Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

It had not been a peaceful time for the healer, not even when they had returned home. They had been unable to find Nyra and the tension from the need for vengeance was thick in the air of Ursus; it haunted the bear king and his son and the only thing that would heal the seeping wounds on their hearts would be the cowardly Saint leader's fall. There was nothing Arielle could do to help this time other than helping them search. Which she did without question or complaint. 

And while they were home, she felt anxious and restless, like there was something urgent that needed her attention, and she couldn't remember what it was. Only she did know, and there was just nothing else she could do. She had wanted to check on Merrick and Aves, the latter more often than she cared to acknowledge, but she fought against the urge. She worried they both wanted time to themselves and she would just be disturbing them.

His scent drifted by on the cold breeze like she had summoned it with her thoughts, and Arielle paused. She had only been on her way back to her medicine den to find something to pass the time, so she easily abandoned that idea and searched out the dark prince. 

When she found him, she trotted forward brushed against him in greeting. Where are you headed— her question was interrupted by Merrick's booming voice from inside the caves, like he was yelling at someone. Fear gripped her heart and she looked to Aves with worry and question before taking off inside the caves to find the bear king and make sure he wasn't in trouble.