Convention

At the convention something weird is happening. Something is... editing? Lilia and Tavis are trying to get out of the crowded dealer's den while they are suddenly strangely changed. Their minds are going blank and the computer cursors whip around changing them more and more. The world is changing around them but they hardly notice. The two new beavers are relaxing on their dam, built on all of their hard work. Afterall, this is how life has always been for these beavers. A shaded stage ...

Commission for tumnis on FA. Perhaps, when carrying drinks that turn ya into your genderbent fursona, you should keep better track of which is which. First big sequence like this I've done in a while. Was definitely a lot of fun, but I may have underestimated the task a bit.

Flat color commission for Reagent. Convention shenanigans, upon putting on a badge. But hey, at least they'll be able to get some good character photos now. Support my art at Patreon.com/WhenWolvesCryOut