Inktober 2019, #2

The time was passing by, but oh my god! Careless young soul, she forgot to look around and when she realized that the blizzard is coming towards her it was too late to run back home. What an unforgivable mistake for a daughter of a tribe living among the snows! She hurried up towards the silhouettes of the trees still visible through the rising snowstorm and was there right on time to find a snowdrift between the roots. It didn't take her long to dig a coze little den and soon she was there hugging her fluffy husky friend, listening to the wind, to the sound of frost where spit freezes on the fly. 

Yeve drovossekova ink 2