Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

The bear king's mood shifted so suddenly that she worried she had imagined his reaction at first. In the cave he had been so snide when he spoke to the prince, and now he was going on about how Aves was his heir and the future of Ursus—something she already knew. No other wolf could hold Ursus together if something were to happen to Merrick. The raven was chosen by the bear, she could see it clearly. She was in awe of it. And although she was still reeling a bit from the volatile mood of the bear king, she was glad to see him praising his son.

She felt his gaze on her, and she looked down, feeling as though he could hear her thoughts. She was relieved that Aves had found a clue to maybe lead them to wherever Nyra was hiding, and she was even more relieved that Merrick was so pleased. She could see how the thought of finding the cowardly Saint filled him with excitement and hope. We should go there as soon as possible and check things out, she said, looking first to Merrick and then to the prince. She didn't want to waste anymore time or risk the bear king falling back into his spiral of despair.