Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

my brave girl. he rumbles to her affectionately. seeing her face now, as she buries herself into his fur. like she is a small girl again, his to protect.
it is a desperate wish that their daughters would be like her. strong, unwavering, loyal.
a paw comes to brush gently her cheek. he wishes to see her eyes, to look into them. periwinkle, fierce; even as she lay mortally wounded. ég mun syngja sálma fólks okkar þegar ég leiði darukaal til bardaga. he says quietly to her. voice the gentlest it had ever been in his life.
now, to her:

sárið djúpt, það blæðir í blóði,
en þú brennur, eldur um nóttina.
fólk mitt, þú ert á leið þinni til hvíldar,
en ég mun berjast á vegum þínum.