It feels strange to be done with my final project for this class. It was a bit of a struggle to get it done, but I am happy with the result. This term has been all about problem solving. I am new to the art, traditional or digital. I have learned to work to my own abilities. I wanted to tell a simple tale with a good moral in it. I chose to build off of the mythos of the FAOLADH (irish werewolves). I have always hated the negative stigma placed upon wolves. I get that people fear what they do not know, but in this day and age, with all the information in the world in our phones, we still make ignorant, fearful decisions. Sometimes the thing you fear the most might be your only hope. The story is about three little kids on the way to the main township from their rural home. A shady childsnatcher sees them, but before he can act he is stooped by the faoladh that patrol the Queen’s road. This was also a story my brother used to tell me when I was afraid to walk to school by myself. I hope you all like it and maybe down the road I will do a more fleshed out version. I wish you all the best and much love to my fellow indigenius people.