#wolfwalker au

These are the consequences of my own actions lol, as I'm not good at writing fanfics (or at least I don't have a complete idea), I decided to draw this.

For more context it all started here

“Oh, hey. Don’t worry about it.” His accent was vaguely midwestern, but Tim couldn’t place it. “I kinda just suddenly stopped in front of you, anyway. I should apologize.”

“Well, I wasn’t looking, either. So, I guess it’s both of our faults.” Tim laughed, a little nervously. He stuck out a hand. “Tim. Tim Drake.”

There was a brief glint of familiarity in the name, and Tim was used to it. But instead of asking invasive, personal questions, the stranger took Tim’s hand with a grin and shook it back. “Danny Fenton. Nice to meet you, Tim.”

“You, too.” Tim replied, mirroring the smile back. “First year?”

“Yeah. You?”

“No. It’s my second year.” Tim explained, before glancing down at his schedule. “I guess you wouldn’t know where the, uh…” He squinted at the name again, trailing off as the letters blurred together from his poor vision.

“Haeckel?” Danny suggested, looking down at his schedule. “Yeah, I know where that lecture hall is. I’m actually heading there right now for my environmental studies class. Is that where you’re heading, too?”

For as long as Link could remember, the wild was his home.

From the moment he opened his eyes, the green of his home was his first memory. He recalls the stalks of grass tickling the inside of his nose and the gentle breeze flowing through his fur. The expansive blue skies that stretch endlessly, and the bright warm sun rays that bathed him, as if welcoming him to the world.

On his first day he knew that he was a beast, one feared by all. He was a creature unlike any other and he took pride in his status amongst the wild.

He carried this pride with him as the days passed, hunting the prey in the fields and the small woods- deers, rabbits, boars, anything he could sink his fangs into. The thrill of the hunt, the chase and satisfaction of each successful kill became his rhythm of life. He would stalk through the underwood, blood pumping in his ears as his senses became in tune with every sound and scent. He moved through the wilds with grace and power that became first hand nature.

oops! realized i never posted these

Wolfwalker Twins

Did my Stantwinber sketch of the Wolfwalker Stan Twins digitally and gave it some color. This has got to be my best and favorite digital background. I especially love the turnout of the sky!