Wapun Meadow rosewater & bloodstains

Aventus didn't know what to think of Avicus' disappearance, and so he did not think about it much at all. His parents' worry was palpable. He wondered why he did not feel the same way. Something of the bond between them broke when Nyra flung him to the ground and Avicus' only remark was that he was not dead. He had mistaken it for an indication that she saw weakness in him and would exploit it, but then he had not seen her again, and pointedly avoided her when he left the medicine den.

Now he trailed Merrick from afar, watching as his sire unraveled in the meadow and called for his daughter. Aventus tilted his ears forward and drifted to the right, as if he meant to trace a large circle around Merrick's epicenter, but he was halted by the sight of a pale creature throwing itself to the ground. A sly turn of one silver eye toward Merrick. This one did not want to be found.

If the dragon had not seen, Aventus had, with the advantage of being closer. He stepped toward Polaris on light, practiced paws, and when he was only a few feet from her, he curled his lips into a ghastly grin and whispered, boo.