Haunted Wood I used to be somebody.

permission from Thalia for Hela to have mentioned the false name

Valour had never witnessed snow or winter at all, so the stuff falling from the sky was completely foreign to the boy who wandered through it glancing at the sky with confusion. The stuff was scentless and where it fell upon his fur it just lay there, dirtying him up. He had attempted to lick it off but it was disgusting and he spat and coughed, licking his maw in disgust as he passed by the pit in time to see the captive take a taste and react similarly. He stared at the prisoner, a grown man who by appearance and expression seemed to be an unhappy sort and wondered if this was the captive Hela had mentioned before. "Hey. Uyo? What is this stuff? Tastes like I imagine Vengeance would" he tried a joke, praying that the captive wouldn't see him as an enemy right off the bat. He didn't care about Captives that others had brought in, especially since he knew he would have a hard time giving even the weakest ones a hard time without earning himself a beating.