Latest news: Washington’s wolf population increased by 17.4% last year and the number of successful breeding pairs increased by 27%, according to figures released on Friday by the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife.
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An alternative version of the painting but with a warm yellow and slightly orange effect rather than blue
Mother (alternate)
Here is a three-panel image showing the progression of Mother from ref to finished drawing. On the left, a mask photographed indoors. In the center, a light pencil sketch translates the wolf into a stylized, slightly anthropomorphic form with a humanoid upper body and simplified facial structure. On the right, a refined ink drawing completes the transformation: a thin circular halo or moon is drawn behind the head, giving the final image a devotional, icon-like quality.
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Mother
She did? Aaaaaaaaa! :3
A black-and-white linocut-style print lies inside a clear plastic sleeve on a worn wooden surface. The image shows two wolves in a forest of tall, pale tree trunks against a dark background. On the left, one wolf is mid-leap, body stretched forward as if bounding across a stream or toward the other. On the right, a second wolf stands alert, turned toward the leaping figure, their bodies oriented in connection. The ground is textured with grass and shadow, and the high-contrast carving style emphasizes motion and energy. The print is hand-marked “6/6” on the lower left and signed with a date (“2026”) on the lower right.
When a girl you’re dating gives you art by @cryptidcritter.bsky.social 🐾💜
Pack ❤️
Quite the find when thrifting.
Unused too.
A trans woman lies in bed under a dark green blanket, smiling softly with one eye closed in a relaxed, playful expression. Beside her, a dark-furred wolf dog rests her head gently on her shoulder, looking calmly toward the camera. The scene feels intimate, gentle and peaceful, with soft lighting and neutral bedding creating a quiet sense of companionship.
morning critters
Ambrose and Augustine composed or was it maybe 1st sang the Te Deum together at Augustine’s baptism. One of my favourites of Augustine is “Our heart is restless until it rests in You”. A Beautiful OTP.
I kept the one I liked most until last. 📸@melodywolf.littlewolfpup.com (who took this set that I’ve been dribbling out) and I went for a lovely walk in the blossoms at university. I try to make this pilgrimage once a year, and they never disappoint.
Modesty is one of many old words & virtues flatted under religious & secular contexts. It originally meant don’t perform yourself falsely or grasp for validation by exaggerating yourself or consume others selfishly. Fucking is the act of prayer enjoying creation. We should pray more like this.
Hi :3
That comes in the basic plan
Got mommy issues?
Call me on 1-800-AWOOO
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Quid Agis?
📸 @melodywolf.littlewolfpup.com
You who have misunderstood what the wolf is You turn everything about me into hunger. Every simple act of giving becomes a taking. A thirst beyond all human slaking. You do not yet know how to stand inside a body, that never asked to be like yours, nor be pushed far beyond the point of my own breaking. So when you see my shattered, hallowed pieces through your brutalising human lens— I become a thing of your own making. And you hunt the hidden want— an imagined shape, a mistaking. When you cannot find what you cannot name, again and again, you declare “this” is “that”. You decide “that” is wrong. You say: this is hunger turned inward. And so begins your twisted song. But I remain an old wolf. Far, far older than you. I have shared. I have starved. I have survived. I have been cared for by my own kind— and yes, I have loved them, too. In acts of care you dare call taboo. Yet it is I, not you,lip who have learned the difference between what is false, and what is true— between a person who takes, and a creature that does not need to. So I will leave you with it— as you left me— though I walk beyond your world— into a nearness you cannot read. You may witness my unnaming. For mine is a life that is not for your taming, nor is it for your shaming. — Shimi & Critter
Final part of this trivium
The point at which this album goes into the gentleness of nous sommes du Soleil is like a breath of relief, and it’s the point of which I actually burst out crying. It is my soundtrack of an imagined journey towards God.
For you who have misunderstood what the wolf is.
Forgot to add: 📸 @melodywolf.littlewolfpup.com
Shimi, presented as an “old wolf woman,” stands in front of a moss-covered tree. Ah is dressed in a white blouse, a loose blue patterned shawl, and a yellow patterned skirt, with hands gently clasped at their waist. Soft natural light filters through the trees, highlighting the textured bark and greenery, creating a calm, grounded, and quietly mystical atmosphere.
Lupa vetus
Shimi wearing a realistic grey-and-white wolf mask sits on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree in a sunlit, leafy outdoor setting. She wears a white shirt, a blue patterned shawl, and a yellow patterned skirt, with hands resting calmly in their lap. Soft green foliage and hanging branches fill the background, and dappled sunlight creates a peaceful, reflective atmosphere.
Old wolf gets to witness a new spring
📸 @melodywolf.littlewolfpup.com
A side-profiled black werewolf with golden eyes kneels in bed of lotus flowers, looking up at the wine-dark, starry night sky that is emblazoned with ominous olive green & gold aurora, the Full Moon perfectly placed above her head. She is framed by towering pine trees and thorned brush, with mangled brush forming an arch in the midground. Two symmetrical cliff faces are off in the distance.
For Wolf Wednesday, "In The Company Of The Wolf," oil on linen, 16"x10".
#wolf #wolves #art #wildlifeart #oilpainting #westernart
A page titled “I Am As You See Me” showing a poem set in a typewriter-style font. The text reflects on wildness, identity, recognition between beings, and the refusal to ask permission to exist. The poem speaks of feral instinct, kin recognizing kin, and an “old wolf who survived,” drawing connections between bodily memory, animal recognition, and sacred life moving through all creation. A faint graphic mark sits behind the text like a watermark, and the piece is signed at the bottom “— Shimi & Critter.”
A dark, charcoal-style illustration of a wolf emerging from swirling black fur and shadow. Only the wolf’s glowing white eyes and faint muzzle are clearly visible against the deep black background, giving the sense of a presence forming out of darkness. Across the lower half of the image, distressed white lettering with red accents reads: “I HAVE STOPPED ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO EXIST.” In the lower corner is a small red signature stamp reading “ShiMi.” The overall composition evokes defiance, self-possession, and the quiet power of something wild refusing to disappear.
A cartoon picture of a smoking cat Text: PLEASE DON'T EVER TRADE YOUR AUTHENTICITY FOR APPROVAL. LET PEOPLE DISLIKE YOU
Gentle reminder…
A black-and-white, typewritten-style poem titled “They Said It Was Something Else” arranged in two columns on a white page. The text is overlaid on a faint red prohibition symbol (a circle with a diagonal slash), suggesting something being judged or forbidden. The poem is written from the perspective of an old wolf addressing a human observer. It describes the wolf sitting peacefully among dogs, not as a predator but with gentleness and recognition. A dog approaches, lowers its guard, and the two touch noses in a quiet moment of connection. The wolf contrasts this tenderness with how the human world misinterprets it as something base or taboo, insisting that there are forms of love that do not consume but instead bless. The poem ends with the wolf returning to the trees, leaving the observer to reconsider their assumptions about love, innocence, and trust.
Shedding season
