Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

The sweet talking could only go so far before Valour began to grow tired of it, frowning and dismissing it without a response though secretly it made him happy that someone was praising him. It did not appeal to him that this grown wolf was saying that he couldn't defend himself against the world outside and that the Nightwalkers were too much for him to handle. His brows furrowed and he stared at the pallid man with Disdain as he dropped to the ground while telling a sob story. "we're all hungry and if we don't get food we'll all be sick and I for one know for sure where I'd look for food" he spoke as if it wasnt a horrible thing to say, speaking of eating your own kind. Vengeance had taught him the value in many things that other people would probably recoil with revulsion at. "I think you'd taste pretty good" he stated with little emotion, wondering what kind of response he would get.