Eons ago, during Winter Break, there was a great snowstorm in the land that I am from. I had journeyed back to my people to celebrate the festivals of my birth and Yuletide. After I had reached my home, it began to snow. Quite heavily.
Since my ancestral home is on the foothills of a mountain range, and since most of the native - but not indigenous - people of my homeland have hardly ever had to deal with more than an inch or two of snow, this created a problem.
I was stuck.
So I painted.
And mostly on feathers.
This painting is between two of my oldest characters, Shammaku (the gold one) and Ramiur (the black one). They're also not actually wolves. But I'm done with descriptors. Also, I scanned it this time instead of using a camera.
Painted on the feather one of my favorite (and now deceased) rooster.