Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

Aventus wasn't expecting the rapid pace his father set, and he wasn't expecting it to be so easy to keep up with him. He was almost surprised at the fluidity and reach of his limbs, which were now long enough that he had no trouble at all following Merrick in his sprint across the territory. Even better, he wasn't as out of breath as he expected to be when the dragon drew to a halt.

His steps were more cautious as he padded along the trail to the bones. She collected them all? he breathed, impressed. From wolves? He didn't know why he drew that conclusion, but somehow, it would be fitting if his mom stored the bones of her conquests as trophies.