Silvertip Mountain the bells

merrick had left silvertip to wander.
the keening of his eldest daughter drew him back. hard legs carried him to the summit of the mountain, where her shrieking had abated into sobs and the vermillion of her was terrible and brilliant against the earth.
dread.
her scent carried many things and his heart began to rush and pound; blood filled his ears. 
he nosed her shoulder with a soft rush of breath; "what has happened?"
and yet that sickening yawning fear had not left him for days — it swirled and coalesced.