Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

"his mentor is dead," she announces, stepping smoothly beside Valour. weeks have come and gone, and none have challenged her. the girl begins to relax, leaning further into her position. perhaps killing the alpha is enough of a deterrent, perhaps she hasn't yet done anything to warrant challenging. she's kept things the same, mostly, and so the pack has settled. 

Valour didn't need him anymore, really. he was almost an adult, they both were. the man claims skills, though the warlords gaze is touched with doubt as it roves over him. gaze moves to Valour, then, brief flick of her ear telling him to be ready. she does not ask his permission; she doubts he'd mind, and he had answered the call, after all. "prove it. fight him." she commands, motioning smoothly to Valour.