Ren's knees completely buckled beneath her. She had to slap her wet hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud, her heart dropping straight into her stomach as she stared over Kaelen's broad shoulder.
It wasn't a landscape.
It wasn't a majestic portrait of a roaring tiger.
It was a vagina.
Her vagina.
Using only crushed berries, fat, and charcoal Kaelen had somehow managed to create a terrifyingly hyper-realistic, anatomical masterpiece right on the pale white birch bark.
He had perfectly captured the delicate, intricate folds, the soft pink hues, and the glistening, slick dampness with the skill of a seasoned Renaissance master. It looked like it belonged in a high-end medical textbook, or perhaps a highly exclusive wing of the Louvre.
