Reuniting with Silent had been startling to say the least, seeing the swamp queen again here in New Orleans had shocked the timid wolf's system but then once they'd actually talked, well, Lou was ready to admit she'd been a lone wolf too long.
She was currently working on the bike she was giving to Silent to ride. The plain black of the tank was just too.... too boring for the rainbow haired wolf. The problem was what would suit. The heavy mass of red curls was tied loosely back from delicate features as she crouched by the bike, easily disassembling the seat and then the tank so it could be detailed. Her paint bench was all prepared, air brush cleaned, paints at the ready. The problem was inspriration.
Pencil and pad were tugged over once she had the tank on the bench, settling herself onto the chair, the green vinyl cracked and repaired by layers of duct tape. Sketches were started, scratched out and re-started until finally a shape took form. Eyes on the tank as she drew the silhouette of a howling wolf, carefully gauging how it would fill the teardrop form. Within the sihouette, one by one shapes formed, wolves in a pack, little notes to one side as she drew to earmark their colors. Yeah, that was it. A wolf, shaded like Silent herself, head lifted in a howl. The shimmering grey-white of a ghost wolf, delicate features of a smaller red, trailing pairs in greys and hint of gold. That would be it. Silent and a pack around her.
Once the Muse had taken hold she was at work, transfering the design to the tank and then starting to delicately applies the layers of air brush paint, all her senses focused on the project, ensuring every hair was in place.
