My little Wolf

Ned had just lost his sister. He had just taken his sisters child from her dying arms as she requested he had, and he rode back to Winterfell with the babe in his arms wrapped in furs for warmth. The babe would take the name Snow and be known as Ned Starks bastard son.
On that ride back to Winterfell, a big snowstorm blew through the path Ned needed to take. So he stopped his horse near an old abandoned shack near the woods. Secure enough for the two of them to stay warm till the storm passed.
Ned dismounted his horse the babe still in his arms. He held the babe close under his cloak, fighting the wind and snow to the door of the old shack. Once he entered he set the babe down on the old dusty bed and took logs from beside the hearth and lit a fire. He took his cloak off and wrapped the babe in it to keep him warm.
But then he heard crying... he thought maybe the babe was hungry and he was crying but when he turned he saw the babe asleep on the bed. Yet he still heard crying. He got up and looked around the old shack for what was making the noise, until he opened a door to another room to find a woman on the bed already dead... she must've died giving birth, but what caught his eye other than the babe was the sigil of the cloak draped over the chair near the door...