Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

Merrick seemed to come back to them, at least partially; his gaze still held the crazed look that had fear creeping up in her chest. She felt the tension in the air even if the bear king did not actually make an aggressive move towards them. Her ears fell back submissively but she did not move. If he were to lash out at her in his grief, she wouldn't hold it against him. She knew he was not himself. 

When he spoke, his tone implied that he was doubtful whatever Aves had to show him would help. It made hurt burn in her chest for the prince, the way Merrick disregarded his son's efforts. 

The bear king looked to the skull again, and then he moved towards the exit of the caves. Arielle turned to follow, pausing to brush her muzzle against Ave's shoulder in comfort. Maybe she was more sensitive, and he wasn't bothered his father's tone, but she offered her support all the same. 

She would remain close to the raven's side as they moved outside. The tears dampening Merrick's cheeks hurt her heart as if they were her own, but she sensed he was not in the mood for talking, so she said nothing of them. She would follow Aves to the forest, hopeful that whatever he had found would lighten the bear king's spirits.