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

He knew he would find Merrick here. His father always returned to this place, this or the deeper catacombs where Evien's skull rested. Always staring into the sightless eyes of the dead. Aventus studied the back of his sire's head, wondering if he was communing with the spirits or simply chattering to himself in his grief-stricken madness, and decided he did not want to know.

Do tell, he said, tabling his own topics for now. Nothing could be more important than hunting Nyra. He felt guilty even spending time at home, knowing he should have gone to Moonglow by now to look for signs of her or at least warn them of the monster lurking in their vicinity. There were few of them left to man the borders, but that hardly excused his dawdling when it came to his mother's murderer.

He approached, hiding all signs of his wariness, and gingerly sat next to his sire. The sound of dripping water echoed deeper in the cave. It really was a beautiful place, if you ignored the bear skeleton. Aventus lowered his eyes to the gaping eyeholes and pursed his lips.