The disastrous weather had brought back memories that the dark coated loner would have preferred to have remained in the past. The weather had disrupted prey of all kinds normal patterns, causing many to migrate to safer pastures. Even the fish seemed to vacate their normal spots, causing Macgyver to look up towards the sky where only a few birds dotted the grey plumage of clouds that only furthered the glum reality they all faced. His pelt was heavy from the sea that raged against the rock, wind howling around him and tugging at shaggy soaked fur as he listened to the faint bird song above. Macgyver would only imagine how Fellfang and Lassa were fairing after the extremities, though he wouldn't dare go near- a mixture out of respect, and not wanting to travel unstable ground. Luckily, fish despite being fewer than normal were still easily accessible to the fisher wolf, so he wouldn't starve at least.

For now, he would remain along the coast of the shoreline that he and Ghostface had occupied the prior Winter. But their time there wouldn't be as long as it once had been, as this time Macgyver felt the call finally.
He wouldn't ignore it.

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Is this thing working? I think so, first digital piece with the second hand computer I have right now! I wanted to finish off a piece for Mac to kick it all off, and can't wait to get back into commissions again tomorrow :>
I tried a heavier brush for this, not sure i will do it again, but I at least had to try :>