Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

He didn’t have a lot of time to ponder that; he’d just slowed his pace when Merrick emerged seemingly from nowhere. The sound of his voice was sudden and unexpected; Aventus’ hackles were fully raised before he mastered himself again. His gaze flicked ever so briefly over that single burnished eye before dropping respectfully to his sire’s chest.

He tried to hide it, but he was intrigued; his ears jumped forward at the mention of bones even as he tried to recall if he’d ever been to see them, whether he’d stumbled upon them or been taken by his mother. Since he didn’t know what Merrick was talking about, he had to conclude that he hadn’t ever been. Vainly, he tried to conjure up a likely story for why he’d never seen them, but lying to Merrick… He just couldn’t.

For whatever reason, he felt his life might be in imminent danger if he tried.

No, he replied instead, sneaking a look past his father’s sandy shoulder as if these secret bones would assemble there just for his eyes. If there were bones in Bearclaw Valley, then he clearly didn’t know where to find them.

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