Welcome to Part I of my one-shot story of the Shepherd. This was originally started during a 24-hour comic event at my local comic shop. It took a lot longer than that to finish, but I'm so pleased with how it turned out that I'm sharing it here with you.
An old soul wanders the back roads of the forest. No place to call home. No friends to keep company. Constantly hunted, and strength waning fast.
This ancient werewolf, with a dispensation for black magic, discovers a tribe of happy and carefree fauns after what he thought was his final encounter with the rangers.
Will the playful sense of safety and security finally bring this elder some peace? Or will something go horribly, horribly wrong?
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