Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

Valour walked along the borders, lifting his leg to mark over the places he remembered Vengeance's having been and the spots where Hela's scent had already needed to be remarked anyway. The pack hadn't changed much from when Vengeance had run it, everyone still went about their day and the dark woods was as quiet as it usually was. At least until the howl for a leader came from somewhere up ahead of him, shattering the quiet and giving him something to do. Ears perked he straightened himself up and with his usual expressionless stare he went to greet the wolf, not really caring if he stepped on Hela's toes one more time. 


Coming to a stop before the man he didn't speak at first but looked him up and down. The dude was probably the smallest man he had ever seen but he wasn't dumb, he knew that even the smallest wolves could kill. "How can I help you?" he asked his tone neutral, ears flicking as he tossed a glance over his shoulder looking for Hela.