Silvertip Mountain mercurial

Aventus was away, having arrived several hours before the rest, his piss marks leading the way to the mountain Merrick had indicated on the horizon before he departed their sleeping bodies once more. The scout had already wound through the pine forests that hugged the lower reaches and scaled midway up the mountain by the time the rest of Ursus arrived, diligently searching for signs of danger and finding none.

Silvertip had not seen the permanent residence of wolves in quite some time, and who could blame them? Even Aventus, who did not hear the bear spirit the way his sire did, whose brand of chaos was more on par with his dam's, could feel something sinister on these grounds.

When the pack began to howl, Aventus lifted his broad muzzle and sang with them, his a voice pitched high and almost cackling. A new era for Ursus! And a new dawn for Aventus, who went higher still, prowling to ensure the mountain's security for the bear pack.