Wolverine emerges from the forest gloom, pausing in a rare moment of stillness—though the tension in his stance warns the quiet won’t last. Autumn leaves blaze around him as slivers of light cut through the trees, casting long shadows over his worn boots and battle-worn frame. With claws drawn and eyes forward, this portrait captures the beast and the man at once.

Acrylic and oil on 11x14 canvas, framed in a wood frame.