Fluid
Hawk pulled up a nearby chair, sitting beside him like they were co-conspirators in some unspoken plan.
As the pencil scratched against paper, the atmosphere began to shift.
"Add the scars," Hawk said after a moment, pointing at the rough outline Quill had begun. "Right here, across the shoulder. Just like his wolf. Make them stand out. Make the wolf start to appear from that spot."
Quill paused, looking up at Hawk briefly before nodding. "Good idea." He made a few quick strokes, refining the lines. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
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