Bearclaw Valley i've seen their worlds inside my head

Aventus watched on tenterhooks as Avicus approached their one-eyed sire and held his breath for a flash of disapproving teeth. It never came. Concern writ a narrow line just over his eyes, but Merrick touched Avicus gently and turned his attention to Astara.

Perhaps the corkscrew feeling in his gut in Merrick's presence was unfounded, after all.

He was shaken out of his reverie by Avicus' growl, followed by a sinking feeling in his stomach. Maybe Merrick wasn't as malevolent as Aventus' instincts led him to believe, but he knew with certainty that the dragon was dangerous. Avicus was playing with a fire whose size she had no inkling of. Aventus moved, swiftly but cautiously, from his mother's side and launched himself into Avicus, snapping admonishments as if to say, shut up, shut up!