Silvertip Mountain the songs are all the same

merrick followed indeed, reverent in his silence and observant in the way of a priest.
asperas had been marked for many things. her pathway beside the bear had become very different from his own. if it bothered the man, he would not admit it; admit the worry that that he could not see over his snakeling's horizon.
eventually her step did not turn and merrick fell behind, ebbing to a respectful distance.