Haunted Wood sold my soul to the calling

The howl filled him with dread, especially since it had followed one for Vengeance. His ears pinned back and he sat still for a moment, internalizing the pain he felt and letting it burn away as he remembered the last encounter, the hunt. He'd been dumb to think she was trying to he his friend, she'd been ordering him around like he was beneath her. Anger and bitterness set him into motion and he set off toward her, noting how it was the place they had first fought. He did not rush at her, no, he stood at a safe distance his tail arched high above his back, the anger and hatred etched onto his expression as his lips curled in a silent threat over his fangs "We wait for Vengeance" he growled and then fell silent, stance remaining unchanged.