Silvertip Mountain loss of breath

he was there, and swiftly. he had not thought avicus would return but here she was upon the borderlines, locked in a thrumming conflict with the sparking asperas.
"she is family," merrick seethed toward his snakeling, seeking to shove himself between them if need be. "she was born under the tooth of the bear," merrick murmured toward avicus now, swinging his gaze toward her.
what had happened? what life had lashed her so fiercely?
"she drew blood in infancy. you understand — blood flower."
the lantern eye searched her crimson features, the gaze of her mother. avicus smelt of seasalt and travel. "has the bear brought you back to us?"