Just a wee personal piece. It was a burning image that needed to come out of my cranium and into existence.
A viking lies dying as a raven looks at his soon-to-be-corpse hungrily from the tree above. The sword that slayed the man lies broken by his side, his own sword standing, as a kind of grave marker, from where he dragged himself away from the fray. Odin's presence is here, his time will soon come to an end.
I am so proud of that raven. XD