Lion Head Mesa she reeled in my sight

aventus was here; 
his son was here;
no! he wished to snap — no, i will not lose you also!
but it was not a boy who spoke. merrick turned the creaking of his gaze toward the young wolf. in the bruin-jaw he saw them both;
he and she.
the remaining eye blinked. the bearwolf sighed. "go."
his confidence in his son had not wavered. aventus knew the cost of the saints.
"look for them in the canyon at the base of the tallest mountain. red sand."
akashingo had asked merrick not to go. but they had not spoken with his son.