Silvertip Mountain aspersion

It had been a while since she had seen or heard from Merrick, but she had resisted the urge to seek him out. Something had told her that he needed to be alone, and so she had given him space.

When the call came, she had been among the willow trees, taking cover from the sudden snow fall. She had been near the basin, and the forest was closer than her medicine den. But she would not ignore a summons from Merrick. 

She arrived to find him sitting among remains. One skull she recognized as belonging to Evien, but she didn't think she had ever seen the pelvic bone before. Her eyes then found the other familiar skull. Her stomach lurched, but she was careful to keep her expression even. Astara's empty sockets stared back at her, and she suddenly worried how this would affect the prince. He rarely brought up his mother, which told the healer there was still a lot of unbearable pain there. She felt helpless to stop whatever was about to happen, though. She was stuck between her loyalty and respect for Merrick and her deep need to protect Aves. 

She took a seat and finally lifted her gaze to the bear king. Dipping her head respectfully as she waited for Aves to arrive.