art for "a wolven pelt for the lamb"

Ned groaned through gritted teeth and leather, as the last piece of breast tissue tore and separated, Ned pulling it free and throwing it on the floor, forgotten.

He panted with the effort. He had lost a lot of blood. Richie stared at him in terror, and Ned wondered if Richie would survive the winter, should he die for this.

art by tuherrus