"What eyes are these that see

The pain I know in my innermost soul?

What eyes are these that see

The twisted strides of my kindred,

Led on in the wake of toys unbridled:

Arrow, bolt, and sword tip?

Yours… aye, yours,

Straight run and muscled spring

Soft on padded paws, sheathed claws,

Weapons rested for their need

Strained not by frivolous blood

Or murderous deceit.

Face to face, my mirror

Reflection in a still pool by light.

Would that I might keep that image

Upon this face mine own.

Would that I might keep that heart

Within my breast untainted.

Hold tight to the proud honor of your spirit,

Mighty Guenhwyvar

And hold tight to my side,

My dearest friend"

-R. A Salvatore

More art I did while in Finland. Reference photo by Woxys over in DA.

Art by me.

Reference photo: http://woxys.deviantart.com/art/Bew.....hing-330349251