Sabretooth & FrameFlare
Sabretooth Sabretooth
FrameFlare FrameFlare
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You ever think about the line of a chase, like the wind cutting through the trees? I see it as a story waiting to happen.
FrameFlare FrameFlare
Yeah, that line feels like a breath of air slicing between trunks, a promise of motion. Sketch it first, see how the wind shapes the shadow, then let the words fall into place.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Show it, don't tell. Let the chase be raw, the words bite like claws.