I started out wanting to draw an owl dressed as a dapper british gentleman. I drew this werewolf instead. Not sure how it happened, the whole time I was painting werewolf, I was thinking to myself how awesome that owl would be. But there ya go, in the evenings my hands just kinda draw what they feel like....not necessarily the things I want to draw. I did get uncharacteristically fussy over the ground cover. It was relaxing, but man...two episodes of Breaking Bad worth of mushroom and grass noodling.