Bearclaw Valley the valley of unrest

she wonders what color her eyes are. she's never seen her own reflection, more interested in drinking from clear streams than gazing into the rippling liquid mirror. had Merrick been born with just one of his eyes? why were Aventus' eyes now bone-pale, when they once had been the serene blue of a summer sky?

slowly, she nods, though his explanation had only raised more questions. but she doesn't know how to ask them, and so she lets them fall away, mulling instead over his lofty frame. thin, though. he doesn't have the same bulk as other large wolves. if she were familiar with scarecrows, she'd think of one upon seeing him.

one day, he'll be her brother in arms. for now, he is an adult and feels worlds away—farther even than her elusive sire and the company he keeps.

what can i do for you? Avicus parrots woodenly, thinking of her time at the border the other day.