INKTOBER - Day 15,16,17,18,19 - Where the Alligator Sleeps in His Tough Pimples by the Bayou

The smoke of my own breath;
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs;

Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead—where the buck turns furiously at the hunter;Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock—where the otter is feeding on fish;
Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou;
Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey—where the beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tail;

Some process - I only have one green Copic.  So have to fake it with some Warm Grey and Prussian Blue and yellows.  

 WTF?  yes, I know it's "Photoshopped!"

Wearing a croc skull makes anyone tougher....