Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

he is still in his fury. onyx hide disturbed with the wash of such loathing for all. the peak did not listen.
he felt the rise of a crimson tide lurking closer and closer from beyond the ridge.
but it was now he must go, go to wife. moving swiftly into his den where he had ordered she be taken. finding her amongst the oxen hide, plush, alone. svalla gone to madness elsewhere.
gjalla left to rest. her voice croaking, miserably, not even his full name uttered when he lowers beside her.
his breath warm to her cheek.
my love, he whispers to her in their tongue. my life. voice choked by emotion. you will be avenged.
as if she were already dead.