Silvertip Mountain You will hear music and then you will not

a gift;
a promise;
merrick tasted salt upon his ragged mouth now.
there was hope in that splatter of cerise across the cold ground. 
fire surged eagerly inside him.
"you are my heir, do you know that?" merrick at last pulled his single yellow eye up from the blood and set it upon aventus. "asperas and apophis are not here. your sister — she lives. she is bear-blood. but she did not choose this life for herself. only you did."
his gaze slid to arielle. merrick considered how curious, that she should not share their lineage but bear the first-letter emblem of their name. "ursus has its future."
it was a gruff, reticent sanctioning.
"moonglow. the place where tuur was wounded. if she goes there, we will have another fight."
merrick grinned his old smile. "an enjoyable thought."