Wapun Meadow With big meaningless eyes and tongues like fly paper

Aventus had not forgotten Ashlar's demand.

He thought on it often. He wondered if the boy would come next for his title, or if it was something else that drove Ashlar's brief flare of courage. Since that day, he'd noticed the withdrawal of the chocolate-furred wolf, although Aventus had never met Ashlar previously. One could say that Ashlar had always been a fringe feature of Ursus rather than an integrated member, and yet, the man was Starbone, and dedicated Arielle was Skeptic.

In the meadow overlooking Bearclaw, Aventus worried a chip of bone between his teeth and laid his plans. Astara and Merrick were out of the equation for the time being, so he could not rely on his parents, but Ursus stagnated. Aventus was not his father; the smell of wolf's blood did strange things to his body, but he didn't thirst for it the way Merrick did. He thirsted for his parents' approval more than anything, and the bears', and that was largely what drove him. Ursus needed... Something.

The boy dropped the bone and tilted his head, calling loudly for @Ashlar. Time to prove yourself.