Silvertip Mountain many lilies lost in the choking grass

I was always cautious, Aventus countered, straining to keep a petulant frown from his face. It was Avicus who had learned the consequence of her violence when she turned tooth and claw upon her brother, but Aventus had been instilled with it from the moment of his first breath, when Merrick's teeth closed on him and nearly snuffed out his life. While he had no recollection of it, his soul still did. It was largely what tempered Aventus' respect for his sire.

He did not know what to say about Asperas. His private opinion was that she was allowed too much freedom to fling about her entitlement, and he suspected eventually she would turn those entitled teeth upon those who fed and protected her now. He loved his little sister, but he did not like her. She reminded him too much of Avicus, and he still stung when he thought of the traitor.

We will see, he said, rather at a loss for what Merrick meant by sharing all this.