Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

Ursus returned to their mountain to lick their wounds and brood, and Aventus returned with good news. Every day he wasn't tracking them further was a day wasted if they chose a different path, but he felt sure of their whereabouts. He didn't think it was possible for anyone to travel much further in Nyra's condition, so he suspected they were looking for somewhere to lay low.

Moonglow was as good a pack as any, if they sought an existing group. They were healers and gentle wolves, yet they had more teeth than Easthollow ever had. Having witnessed their justice firsthand, he felt certain they would not tolerate a murderer in their midst. Perhaps they would sense the evil in them and turn Nyra and her accomplice away. Aventus would lose their trail then. Perhaps they would stay, though, and he would find them. He relished the opportunity to flush her out, right into Ursus' waiting jaws.

Aves steeled himself as he climbed the mountain, unsure of what to expect. @Merrick was already half-mad with grief before Nyra managed to slip between their fingers. He knew his father was likely to be in the glass caves, but found himself procrastinating, meandering about the mountainside in search of @Arielle instead. Without really knowing the reason, he wanted her at his side when he faced his father. It would make him feel a lot better.