Skullwood Swamp Shark - Colorstacked wall hanger

It patrols the open water in silence. A hundred yards upslope the swamp thickens into the mire where Vhorral learned to wear a face, and the Shark will not cross that boundary. The archivists note it. Nobody has explained it. Below the surface it is the only thing with too many teeth. The Abyssal Howler in the Bonetide deep is the closest thing to a cousin the record holds, and the two have never shared water. The Horde knows what lurks below. The Shark knows where to stop.

The murky gradients and the bone accents come off the plate in stacked bands. Every layer line is a ripple.

In the public record. Hang it where the light does not reach.