Silvertip Mountain the bells

The shrieking howl could be heard from anywhere on the mountain, and Arielle had poked her head out from the herb den to glance around as if she would see something. 

Then she was making her way down from her den and to the place from where the sound had come. Something was happening and they might need her skills, no matter that she was still a novice. 

There was an unfamiliar girl and the dark form of Merrick walking from the borders. She could tell the stranger was upset, but she did not look harmed. Arielle stopped near Aves, her expression concerned and questioning. She released a soft howl in the bear king's direction—should she follow?