A series of sketches I did while I was very tired of an alien species I made up forever ago. His people evolved in a very cold climate, and temperatures most species find pleasant, they find unbearably hot. That little box on his back is a personal cooler.

His people are dimension-hoppers, usually going one at a time to find out whatever they can from the various planes of existence.




[ID: A series of rough sketches of a furry bipedal sophont; one view from the side, one from the front, an expressive sketch, a view of him without his fur, and a sketch of his hand and foot. /ID]