Falls of the Hinterlands 99 problems and a body ain't one

His demands were agreed to and while he was hesitant to believe him, he decided it wouldn't be smart to act like he held no trust for the man. Slowly his fur flattened and he seemed more relaxed, hesitantly stepping away from the rock he was pressed against and though he shot him wary looks he approached until he stood by the man's side. He had no intentions of staying around for too long, no real desire to make his home with the man until the introduction was made, his interest piqued by the word Warlord. 


A new expression came to his face, ears perked as he lifted his gaze and studied Vengeance as if sizing him up. A Warlord....judging by mannerisms and behavior, one that wasn't a hero, or a savior but someone not to be messed with. Like Cry, yet Vengeance struck Valour as someone darker, someone who wouldn't hesitate to display his evil intentions in the right situation. This was someone who could teach him to be strong one day, to rise up and protect anyone he wished and to take down anyone who stood in his way. "My name is Valour" He said and began to trail after the man who was now what he considered to be his guardian. "Are they really haunted?" He asked of the woods, the innocent question not sounding frightened but instead a hint of excitement shown. 

If you want we can fade out?