"As a Nightwalker I swear if Moonspear is ever in trouble I will give my strength in aid"

Those words kept him up at night. Donovan was sending wolves out to his allies. Allies of his allies. What was he doing here? Had he not strived to be better than the darkness Vengeance brought to his life? Unable to relax himself in any manner he sought out a more physical means of relieiving the tension and howled an invite to fight him. 

His muzzle wrinkled up in an expression of shock. Peaches.....who did this guy think he was? What was a peach? It sounded entirely too cute and weak for his tastes and he straightened his expression quickly though it would seem more disgruntled than before. "Looking for a fight" he answered straight to the point and then eyed the man up and down, not flirtatiously but like a young man would to size up a challenge and with a slight grin and a gleam coming to his eyes ears rising up he asked "You game?" 

The smirk was irritating. Cocky....he hated other cocky people and he especially ones who were attractive. Abaddon, Vengeance and now Donovan....he wanted to wipe it off the man's face. As the man sized him up Valour prepared bracing himself as the rumble of the man's growl started in his throat. Up close Valour realised how bulky this man really was, he was sheer muscle and it knocked him back leaving him open to the bite secured around the ruff of his neck. Pulling his head back his eyes focused despite being whipped about by the shake and the second Donovan released him he struck like a viper, fangs taking grip to the older wolf's scruff and pinching though he did not spill blood yet and pulled himself back tucking his chin defensively and circling the man. 

As the man reared up and his large paws crashed down Valour felt himself sink. Too much time leading and hunting pups and not enough time bulking up...it was his mistake. He was too young to wasting his time on adult matters. Rolling fluidly to his back he stuck his head beneath Donovan's belly and lunged upward striking awfully close to a place he knew would taken as a serious warning to hop off but twisting to left to sink his fangs intstead briefly to the man's thigh before he'd try to push himself to his paws and drive his spine upward if the man did not move. 

Unfortunately the still tender scarring on his chest proved to be the downfall this fight. The grab to the back of his throat tugged his skin tight, the healing flesh yanking in a way that brought a sharp cry from his throat. The stinging made him immediately go limp looking down to ensure he wasn't bleeding which thankfully he was not but it hurt something awful. Ears pinned back he submitted pressing to the ground and curling his tail around his flank "Alright I give. Let me up so your junk isn't hanging like fruit in my face" he grumbled trying to hide the embarrasment in his voice at the sound of pain that had escaped in the moment. 

Every time the man laughed Valour was taken by surprise. The sound was relatively absent from his life and he found himself enjoying it. It made him want to smile but he was still too suspicious of the man for his lips to curl upward. Standing up he studied the man with a confused and curious expression completely naive to what was going on and unsure if he should be pissed about the taunt or not "That was the opposite of what I was aiming for" he said tone tentatively warm with humor while he thought about how he should have maybe acted like he was going for the junk bite just to have startled Donovan. "I must be rustier than I thought...I haven't fought except to teach kids or spar those I considered a threat" he wouldn't toss in that he'd won those fights and showed prowess he now feared he'd lost. 

There.
The words that would forever seperate Donovan Azura from Vengeance in his mind. The praise was genuine, he could by the good humor written all over the man's posture. Suspicions about his interactions with Clay and the Ursus alliance aside the ex Warlord couldn't exactly bring himself to hate the man. "I've been fighting before my legs even worked right" his tail wagged and he gave a boyish grin the pride clear in his tone though it was light hearted. Standing up and shaking off his pelt he gave the man a once over with a less tight lipped and suspicious glare "We should do this again" the words were said wth friendly competition before he nodded a goodbye to Don and walked off feeling the need to work off the aches from the quick spat and to push his muscles into bulking up.