"the ground was rocky and uneven. it was a warm day and the air smelled of dust and sweat. on the left side of the group, among the thin line of fighters covering the flank, Arma was re adjusting his backpack. heavy with ammunition, food and water, his old bag was painfully digging in his shoulders. not listening to his sore body begging him for a break, the ram was quietly walking while looking at the surrounding landscape for any signs of danger."

was writing a story a while back, wasn't supposed to be a furry story but in the end it turned out like one. this was one of the first time i drew Arma, as you can see, he have feet and somehow only 3 fingers XD i was still learning and trying out different style.

the rifle is a Russian Simonov SKS carbine.