Silvertip Mountain to look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies

he heard, and in the small voice, he also sensed another. "your mother, she has a sister. this sister, she hears. spirit," the man said back to asperas, and looked at her closely with his remaining eye.
who called to her tiny veins; did the bear already whisper? but he had seen how the child looked upon the bones, and it was not with his reverence.
in time, the bearwitch, told himself, and settled upon his greyscale haunches, scar-wrapped muzzle gesturing toward the skull again. "ursus."