Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

she listened, ears twisting forward as he sang. the words settled into her bones, ancient, a hymn carried by their people for generations. for warriors, for the fallen, for those who would not rest until vengeance was won. 

her throat ached, but still, she hummed. softly, at first—just a whisper of sound, barely there, barely formed. but the melody lived in her blood, in her bones, and it carried through her as surely as breath.

gjalla let her voice rise with his, weaving with the deep rumble of his chest. slow, steady. a song for the fallen. a song for those yet to fall.

her body pressed close. we will not die before then. she would not leave him. not now. not ever.