Poor Sport WIP Picture

PLEASE comment if you fave! I worked hard on this.
All right, I'm going to try to take part in the 100 Picture Challenge, or whatever it's called here. Basically, you draw one picture each for one of 100 themes. I just started learning how to draw human faces about two months ago. I was going to hold off on entering the challenge until I'd gotten bodily postures down better, but figured that if I waited that long I'd never get anywhere. So I know I still need a lot of work. Maybe doing this challenge will help me improve, maybe not. I like to hope that maybe someday I'll be able to redo this picture and it'll look a whole lot better. For now though, it's much better than what I could have done a couple of months ago.
This illustrates a scene from Part 78 of Manitou Island [link] and pictures the theme of "Sport." I admit, I hate sports, thus they have next-to-no place in any of my writing. So I did a search for the word "sport" and this came up. Manabozho (sitting on the rock rubbing his smarting cheek) has learned a valuable lesson--never piss off girls named Charmian! Especially when they're packing rocks.
This is just the inked sketch. I cropped off a bit of the background for now. I'm planning on filling it all in with colored pencil, as that's the only medium I have, that and a photo program which mangles my pictures when I resize and try to up the saturation a bit.
Anyway...the next theme I believe is "Deep In Thought" and it's already in progress.
This will be scrapped later on when I upload the finished version. Just wanted to put this in my gallery to brag a bit.
Criticism not desired as I already know all the flaws this has, thank you very much.

Something kicked her in the foot and she yelled, "Ow!" Manabozho--how had he gotten behind her?--hopped on ahead again.

"Tag, tag, counting coup," he sang. "One for me, none for you."


"Said the loser to the victor."

"I'll victor you if you don't knock it off."

He jumped atop another rock and pursed his lips at her. "A poor sport? Or a crybaby? Goo goo, goo goo, two for me and still none for--" he ducked a rock that Charmian threw at him "--you."

"You're almost as bad as Moon Wolf sometimes, you know that?" Charmian snapped. "The only real reason I agreed to train with you was because I thought at first that you might have slightly less attitude. LOOK WHO WAS WRONG!"

"Three for me, and none for--"

She threw two rocks at him this time and managed to hit him with one when he dodged the other, so she felt somewhat better.

"You're a very bad sport!" he groused, rubbing his head.

"Sorry, I tend to get that way when rabbit idiots are pissing me off." She tried to keep from grumbling as she tromped past him up the hill. It went on forever, it seemed. He watched her go for a while before following, making barely any sound as he jumped up the incline.

"Wooden nickel for your thoughts?" he inquired, floating into the air in a manner that made her totally envious.

"I was just thinking about how quiet it's been. Too quiet."

"As rabbits like to say, don't complain until the droppings hit the wind."

Charmian gave him an odd look before rolling her eyes. "Never mind. Remind me never to try having any conversations with you!"

Manabozho is from Ojibwa mythology. Charmian and Moon Wolf are © Tehuti.
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