Inktober Day 4: prompt: Chicken
And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
I still think this was a really good idea, even if I did execute it far too quickly so the horses are all kind of in the wrong places and there isn't enough emphasis on the horns. I may count this one as a preliminary sketch & re-draw it sometime.