Haunted Wood Kill what you want to Take what's left and eat it

Valour had been found next by the rat, the sneaky little tasty tidbit that Vengeance kept around for whatever reason. He could smell that Vengeance and Clay had been around it and a shiver of apprehension crawled down his spine as he remembered how the man had looked at him when he was being nice to Clay. He swallowed as they grew close, he heard the rumble of Vengeance's voice and paused listening out of sight. He swallowed thickly at the words and approached quickly, avoiding looking at Clay for the time being. "Fear can also fuel a fight. It used to for me" he said his ears shifting back as he looked at his mentor, wondering if he'd be punished for disagreeing. "Rage is better. I know that now of course" he said softly, dropping his eyes to hide his shame that he had to go against his support to Clay to save his own ass. He snuck a glance toward his friend, a somber expression on his face as he stood up "Stand up tall Clay, even if you're scared. Now" his tone was encouraging but the demand at the end was sharp. There was a gentleness in his eyes, a sort of plea for the boy to stop cowering and act the part with his help.