Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

how long;
merrick suddenly felt senile, insensate. his gaze flickered between aventus and arielle.
his lips gathered into a snarl that quickly lost its luster, and did not come to formation.
arielle's voice was soft. he clung to it as the single eye sliced to aventus.
"help," he croaked sarcastically. he pulled free of them and stared once more at the skull. and then merrick was marching again, letting the younger wolves follow in his wake as he wound through the cave and into the open air.
it struck his face and found a lukewarm running of maddened tears. he did not clear them from his features, but looked to the dark bruin-jaw, silently accepting his son's lead.