Stavanger Bay how does the wolf sing each night, of the dominion of his heart

The woman of the wood smiled on him in spite of his gruff and short response to her opening words. She had always been patient with his nature, and many would say that he did not deserve such a thing. Still, the pale healer continued on and explained the nature of what she wished to have happen – that deal that they had struck very early on in their relationship. The inky man nodded his head slowly and glanced toward the thickly cut trees that she had grown to claim as her own. He could never imagine himself wandering the tangled roots as she did. Skellige knew that he would not find a comfort there, but their promise to open the lands to each other was one that he had been intent on keeping. Still, there was another vow that had weighed heavily on his mind… that of their bonding. She was growing swiftly into an adult and he was an impatient fool who sought to solidify the deal and take her as his own.
 
“Ah, yes,” he rumbled softly. “Then let it be so – the wolves of Donnelaith are welcome on my shores so long as my own brood is welcome to your wood.” A swift bow of his head showed that he was genuine in his words and the hulking brute attempted to push the thoughts of marriage aside. They could not quite be silenced, though.
 
With a quiet exhale through his inky nostrils, Skellige peered at her with a curious glint in his gaze. “And what of our other vow? That to be wed?” the question fell from his lips without warning, but once it was stated he did not shy away from it. There was a nagging within him that caused him to believe that she had changed her heart on the matter and that they would pursue other paths. Still, he wished to hear her speak her mind.