Stone Circle Valhalla Calling

The Protector of the Heim's gaze was grim as she watched Gunnar pull himself on aged bones to the mouth of his den...
Of the place where he would soon die. 

Sooner than felt right, but as all things do, even the Fadir's life must come to a close when the Gods called him to them.

"Fadir...I smell death on the horizon." The Shieldmaiden said with an uncharismatic tremble to her thick voice. 
She was fighting herself, to be strong for Gunnar, to be the shield of Kvarsheim she had vowed to be. 

Your death. 

Though Ulfhild didn't say that part, the inclination of it was heavy like smog in the otherwise crisp, clean air.