Haunted Wood damn your love, damn your lies

Oh the little fire-screamer was pissed today. Vanity wondered how she even wound up here. Probably through some tragedy like Valour; not that she knew his story but knew enough that it was all death.
"For a snack and they're good for training on stealth." Vanity had learnt the hard way, when they were the only things she was allowed to hunt -- that or starve.

"I guess you've been battling for the top again," and Vanity knew she'd got it, because she'd seen Valour moping, grumping, and being a little shit recently. The wounding looked pretty bad though. 
"Make sure Serem sees to that wound." Vanity sat, wondering if Hela would sit for a while longer for talking or something.