Bearclaw Valley i've seen their worlds inside my head

But Aventus remembered.

He followed his mother closely out of the den, waiting for her teeth to clip his flesh and send him scuttling back into the shadows, but it never came this time. She sprawled out in the sunlight and the boy crept over to her, timid and cautious as he looked around the lawn outside their subterranean home. So focused was he on his surroundings that he startled badly when Avicus pounced on Astara's tail, a sudden red blip against raven-black fur, and his own stood abruptly on end.

When his heart's stuttering stilled, his tail picked up a mischievous wag and he prepared to ambush his sibling, but then movement drew his eye away. He froze when he realized who had come to visit: the one-eyed dragon with his fiery breath, his fearsome aspect. Aventus pressed himself back against Astara's knee to ground himself, reverent but afraid, as he always was in Merrick's presence.