Silvertip Mountain the bells

Just a cameo unless he's addressed or something, just tag me!

First it was alarm that drove Aventus to appear. He did not recognize the mangled sound of his sister's voice, and since he could not place it as any of his packmates, he was on high alert as he tracked it down. His mother was missing, his little sister still gone as well, and it made the hackles on his back ripple uncomfortably along with the roiling dread in his belly to think of either of them screaming in such a fashion.

It was curiosity that drove him next when he realized it was his traitor sister instead. He felt a bright lick of anger and fear in his chest — what was she doing here, hollering like a maniac? — but he was stopped from storming toward her by the garbled sound of her voice and the weeping tremble of her body as much as by Merrick's appearance. What had happened to her in her absence? Why was she so upset?

He did not trust Avicus, nor did he have any reason to believe she wouldn't seize the first opportunity to try to take his rank again. He was more concerned with that than her well-being. Deep down, he did care about Avicus and mourned what should have been a strong bond, but it was buried beneath paranoia and betrayal. He ought to attack her before she could do it to him again, while she was vulnerable, but he couldn't very well do so with Merrick standing right there. Plus, he had the same slithering snake of dread in his stomach as his father.

So he lingered there, expression unreadable, eyes like ice chips, and watched. And waited. And did nothing.