Silvertip Mountain Wonderwall is the only 90's song visible from space

it seemed to merrick that everyone had stopped speaking.
silvertip was silent.
the bear of ursus was seized with a wild restlessness. and yet his single eye did not move from where he watched the great skull of the bruin who had once been here. he stared at its teeth. he thought of how the bear had died choking upon its own blood, how the red had touched him, how —
his tattered right ear flicked. his son's footsteps were in the cave. merrick curved his rawboned shoulders and inhaled. a thump of his tail invited aventus closer. he was not so mercurial today.
only hungry.
"i have been thinking of nyra's blood, and how we might spill more of it."