She howls to them so that they know she will not forget. She sounds the call of remorse, honor, and loneliness. She honors them with her gift of a song of tribute and of pain. They run to her on currents of wind and memories that have all but faded into the past. They are from the Revolutionary, Civil, Spanish/American, First World, Second World, Korean, Viet Nam, and Middle Eastern wars. Their coats are almost colorless with the passing of time, but their fangs are well sharpened to perfection...muscles ripple under fur that is decades old...senses are keen, their howls made out of tears and triumph, yet their eyes shine with the same passionate life with which they fought. Death has not stopped them from their duty, for they aid their warrior descendents, their living brothers in arms, with their strength in their times of need on every battlefield. They are the Angels of the Battlefield and live in every heart that remembers them with pride and sound their call in every voice that proclaims "freedom".
Done for all of those of you who serve. Done in the memory of those that have. My voice, my howl, is all that I can offer you in return for a service that never ends. Thank you.
The red, white, and blue sky was done with watercolors. The ghost wolves were done with prisma color pencils. Wielder, the wolf in the foreground was done with micron pen and prismacolor markers because she is not the focus of the piece. I wanted her to be simple in design compared to the fallen soldiers that are far more detailed.