I had a dream two months ago. It began with me appearing in a strange world where humans were an endangered species. And I saw this lone human, trying to defend himself from a bunch of "Animal people". (which were often seen as the bad guys in ancient Chinese tales which I grew up with) The thing is they had no intention of harming him in anyway. Perhaps the human was the bad guy? I donno
The drawing served as an anatomy study and a mass figure practice both of which I rarely do.
I'm the mysterious shaded figure at the extreme right, The Dreamer.
And I felt really sorry for the poor foxy that the human's beaten the crap out of, and is about to get beaten some more. He probably didn't leave the brawl alive. But at least Another fox thing came to the rescue as seen above the poor little guy.
50 minutes drawing. 1 hour backache.