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

horrors.
"isn't that interesting," merrick drawled, settling down and folding one forepaw under his scarred chest. 
his blackbird had named these two as surely as she had their first brood. a sensation, and merrick took this silent missive, interpreting it for himself.
horrors.
"what do they say, snakeling?"