Silvertip Mountain the moon

where asperas was spitfire darkness, apophis seemed to be something lighter. he was an amalgamation of his witchward parents, and merrick knew that this was the time for dreaming.
he found his young son's trail and followed it until he came across the little crow. nothing was said. he settled close at hand and turned his head toward the oppressive bite of sunlight.
"do you hear the bear?"