It seems like not even some fancy northern lights can distract our tribal warrior from his protective duties. Some rustling of leaves in the nearby forest line catches his attention. "Who goes there!?" Torik hollers out to the darkness. He readies his spear as a humanoid shadow shifts just out of view.

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It's been a while since I posted something. I thought it would be fun drawing this guy again. The northern lights n him are gonna be a theme, I think. Did this with watercolour, I apologize for the lackluster background, wasn't sure what to really paint for it.