Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

The ache in Aventus' ribcage had, over the past two weeks, faded into nothingness, leaving only stiffness that took several days longer to work out with constant activity. Being immobile for so long had left him with vast reservoirs of energy which he put to good use jogging around Bearclaw day in and day out. When he woke on a cold morning with flurries in the air, there was no pain and no stiffness left. Not even a lasting trace to remember Nyra's attack by. It felt good.

He started his day with an enormous stretch and set out into the valley with a goal in mind. He recalled @Merrick's promise that he would be trained, and now that he was well enough to begin, he tried to think of the wolves his sire had offered up. Astara, of course. He'd already spent some time with his mother with that intent. Merrick had mentioned two others as well: someone named Bishop, whom Aventus did not know, and @Skoll Almir, whom he did.

He wondered if the one-eyed dragon would train him, as well, if he came across his sire. Even now he remained wary of Merrick deep down in his marrow and wasn't sure whether to hope for it or against it.