Silvertip Mountain Today's air quality is mauve and speckled

merrick hungered for a word from either of his departed children.
when aventus called, the bearwolf attended at once, melting from shadow to shadow until he came upon his son.
the boy smelled of foreign things, unknown wolves. merrick met the bruin-jaw's gaze, keeping himself back as to rein the scent of ursus.
"what have you discovered?" he would not tell aventus yet that avicus had come to stay around the mountain.