Haunted Wood sold my soul to the calling

and when vengeance came, she moved. a feign at his snuff; all fangs and bared hackles as she charges head-on. and then she slips to the side, nimbly, aiming instead to seize his scruff. it was a move she'd practiced since her last lesson with Black Hat, though had never before had the chance to truly try it out. she wanted this over quickly; Valour looked enraged, something she could, perhaps, use against him.