Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

Aventus wasn't the sort to give a lot of thought to that kind of thing, so Merrick's question caught him off guard. He didn't have an answer to it. He surveyed the boneyard with a delving glance, searching for the answer amid the most weathered trophies there. When he killed a wolf, what parts of it would he cherish most? What would make his dam most proud? The dragon?

Teeth, he said unhelpfully after a time, remembering the way his jaws had met Astara's and the ringing vibration in his skull on impact. They wouldn't serve for much, he knew, but he thought he might like to take another wolf's weapons and keep them for himself when he defeated them.