The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

Something about the way she said it - children. A warm inflection, the surety in her tone, how she carried on without hesitation... Dag didn't know, but somehow, hearing her say it bouyed his own spirit, fanned the embers of his courage and made his heartbeat steady once more. He took a deep breath, already nodding along to her question.

"I will sing songs of your beauty and wisdom, and of the kindness that won my heart," he declared, though it was, perhaps, a bit too soon to be speaking of matters of heart. "And our children will hear them as well, so that they know that their mother is good - but I will also tell them stories of adventure and battle; stories that were told to me, when I was a cub."

His fears, for the moment, were forgotten, and he merely doted on the shadowy woman he thought he'd made his own. "Do you sing, Amber?"