...Story [note it depicts an anthro wolf; he is bipedal and has 'hands', paws, whatever you would like to call them.]:

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An elderly lupine, grey wolf to be exact, rummages his old hands through a small chest of belongings from the beginnings of his tribe. His long, grey hair beaded intricatley drifts into his face and flows in the slight breeze. The fire beside him illuminates the dark cave.

He is closing the chest when he catches sight of a small, wrinkled peice of tanned parchement flapping against a rock. He grunts softly as he bends over to pick it up in his strong paw-hands. His short, strong fingers hold the paper delicatley.

He admires the artwork for a while; it is glowing golden from the dying fire. It depicts a tribal wolf, a dreamcatcher around his neck and long, black hair flying in the wind.

It is he, Moon Song, in his younger days. It was drawn by his father in the time of peace.

Now he places the old parchment not back in the chest or even by the rock; he walks stiffly but calmly towards the firepit, the last flames licking at the sky. He sighs and steals one last look at the portrait before presenting it to the fire. He watches it shrivel and burn in the flames, and the ashes rise to the sky, a gift to the Spirit.

The past is over. The future is beginning.

The elderly wolf gets to his feet; standing on his two legs while holding a withered cane in both hands. He prays a silent message to the Spirit before hobbling over to his sleeping corner of the den, to rest away the day's events and dream once again.

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Just a small peice I did today in class; it's not that special. I felt I should add to it by writing that story.
=) Enjoy. [the texture of the paper I created by crumpling it before scanning]