Duskfire Glacier δ

In the week of burning she’d invariably come to heed his voice, and now the red warrior asked her to consider that path which frightened her most: the unknown, taking the shape of the highest mountain, in the farthest reaches of the desolate north. This path would put her at odds with everything that she was, that she knew she was meant to be.
And yet she could only think of how a moment’s error might cast a shadow over their livelihood— and how in an instant she could fail as a wife to this man; as a mother to children not yet born.
Eyes trickle down to where his palm had stilled her hand.
How did he do it? How did he make her feel so strong? Thrilled, and terrified?
She had no way of expressing what she felt. All she can do is take his paw, turn it over and kiss it, bring it against the thudding of silver chest.
“Nägådz.” The last mountain.
She wished to say much more.