Haunted Wood no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

So I'm gonna just roll cuz like Valour is a killer apparently. Sorry for the shitty writing.

He hated her. He hated her guts. He shouldn't have saved her...but the thought rang hollow and he knew he didnt regret that. He did regret giving her a home just for her to destroy his standing here. As her howl went up he bristled, angry that this had to happen and even more angry that she had the gall to initiate it. He strode toward the call and hovered just out of sight, silver eyes staring her down and bitterly noting how composed she looked. She was so sure of herself and with a sinking heart he realised that she had every right to be. She was lethal, she had taken him out so easily before that it would take a miracle to help him out. Shaking his head he growled at the pathetic thoughts and vowed he would fight his hardest, he would not stand down until he couldn't stand at all. He would do something right in front of his mentor, he swore it. 


His resolve to win gave him courage and he felt his body begin to wake up. The adrenaline he had felt when he had successfully landed a blow on Astara, it was back and he felt confident. Confident enough that he played a trick move and snuck around the edges of the den area, cautious of where he placed his paws as he snuck behind her. Without a word he burst forth and aimed to simply barrel into her side, not a sound made as he came at her with an expression that was lethal.