Where the line is drawn

Thorn sat in the middle of the garden, a paper spread out between his paws and a bit of charcoal sticking out the side of his mouth. Scribbles were on the paper.  He had made attempts at drawing a few different items in the area.  A simple leaf, a tree, a pile of leaves, and a bush.  His lines had a tendency to start ok but then suddenly swoop out, growing thinner as the coal would slip out of his control.  The leaf was really a wavy circle with an attempt at triangular points sticking out.  The bush and pile of leaves were simply a bunch of scribbling scrawling shapes clustered together.

Thorn was frustrated, he could see the items.  On the paper, he could imagine how it looked just the same.  Unfortunately, he had a hard time using the charcoal, either between his teeth or between his paws.  A part of his mind felt if he could use the charcoal while in his mouth it could help him control a sword that needed fewer tiny details, right? It didn’t matter since neither was working though.

Thorn glared at the page, ears flat in sulk mode.  This wasn’t his first day trying to learn how to draw better but he wanted it to become perfect over a few days' time.  Days seemed a long time to a pup who had lived so little life at this time.  The truth was, the drawings were better than his very first attempt but that wasn’t saying much.

His glaring gaze looked from the paper and then towards the tree.  After a moment of glaring at it he just let out a sigh of resignation then back to the paper wondering what he was doing wrong.  If he couldn’t draw well his maps would never look good.

"Carpathius Family"