A Wolf Age Picture

I didn't have very good art supplies in South Sudan so it's been over a year since I last completed a drawing - but I hope I'll get back into the habit in the last months of 2015. First drawing of the year, then, is this wolf (requested by my friend Lauren). Since I've been half-researching mythological creatures in old poetry, it made sense to take some cues from the old Norse Poetic Edda (sometimes called the Elder Edda) poem Völuspá, which references Ragnarök from stanza 40 until 58. The wolf looks a lot more friendly than any illustration of Fenrir I've seen before.

"It sates itself on the life-blood
of fated men,
paints red the powers' homes
with crimson gore.
Black become the sun's beams
in the summers that follow,
weathers all treacherous.
Do you still seek to know? And what?
...
Brothers will fight
and kill each other,
sisters' children
will defile kinship.
It is harsh in the world,
whoredom rife
—an axe age, a sword age
—shields are riven—
a wind age, a wolf age—
before the world goes headlong.
No man will have
mercy on another.

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