"How could they!" she cried "My poor little cub" and her shattered mate sat upon the bedside.
Life outside was calling, playing and running, blissfully unaware of what might come with the pass of just one season.
Tears roll gently off the male's furry cheeks, the people he once knew have changed, corrupted and now their torches are lit, swords sharpened and the war horns are sounding. Soon a season of fire shall fall upon them, and many things will be no more.
First Photoshop work I have ever done. I think this came out nicely enough so it can go on here.
It's done from a sketch i did about a year ago, just thought I'd mess about with PS for a bit and this is what happened.