Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

Merrick's eye on him seemed to scorch right through Aventus when his father began to speak. From his very first days, Aventus had feared the dragon deep down in his soul. His soul remembered being seized from the den as a newborn, tumbling in the grass, Merrick's teeth over him, Fraser's sacrifice for his life. These were not things that mortal Aventus had any knowledge of, but his eternal soul did, and from that moment, had worshipped Merrick with a god-fearing fervency. To be named his heir was sublime.

Merrick's glance to Arielle and subsequent remark had him scratching his head. Of course Arielle was part of Ursus' future. Aventus could not imagine the pack without her. There was hardly a pack left, in truth, but despite how they splintered and fractured in the aftermath of Nyra's great escape, there she was. He failed to grasp any meaning beyond that, so nodded his head in agreement and said nothing more on it.

Yes, Aventus agreed, we should learn what we can. I have dealt with Moonglow before. They have strange ways, but I do not believe they would harbor a murderer. I can speak with them. There was a good chance they wouldn't take kindly to him showing up on their doorstep after abandoning them without a word, but his Arctos character was verbose. He thought he could talk his way out of it if he had to.