Brugalfyr becomes overwhelmed with rage...

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We sure showed those Witches the fury of the Companions, didn't we? - Sighne
Mmm. - Brugalfyr

Do we really need to carry ALL the heads with us?
Mmm.

Ugh, you sometimes say nothing but 'Mmm' when you should say more than that.
Sorry.

She sighs.

It's okay. You know, watching you in your feral form is truly something to behold... you move with a certain grace that's hard to explain in words. My father used to move the same way...

He answers her with a blank stare, and saunters off uncomfortably.

The rest of the trip back to Whiterun they barely speak at all. Once they pass the gates, they hear shouting and see smoke rising from Jorrvaskr. They both start sprinting. As the near the door, Torvar and Aela are outside next to some dead Silver Hand members. Worried, they burst through the door and are confronted by Vilkas. Sighne explains why they were gone to him, and he then breaks the horrible news to them both.

Sighne collapses near Kodlak's lifeless body, tears welling up as she begins to cry. Brugalfyr falls to his knees, looking down at the great man who fell in battle. A battle in which he could not have stopped this from happening. He begins to punch the cold stone floor of Jorrvaskr, rapidly and harder with each stroke. So hard in fact, he begins to bleed from his hands even through his armor. Vilkas can't contain his rage, and turns away. Njada looks on, stunned by his outburst. Farkas looks on, with an empty gaze. Sighne continues to try and hide her tears. Then, Brugalfyr leans back on his knees and lets loose a mighty roar. One would swear it was the roar of a transformed werewolf. It chills the blood of all the Companions who would hear it, even Vilkas. (Though he wouldn't admit it.)

He then leans forward, and kisses his fallen comrade on his forehead.
Old man... I WILL find a way to deliver you to Sovengarde...

Brugalfyr gets to his feet and makes his way to the door.

Where do you think you're going? - Vilkas
I will rip them all to pieces... and bring back Wuuthrad. - Brugalfyr
You're not going alone. - Vilkas
Yes... you both aren't. - Sighne as she wipes away her tears.
Come then, we fly on winged feet. The old man must be avenged. - Brugalfyr