Haunted Wood Scars

After his exchange with Valour, Memory was under no delusions that any other exchanges with pack members would go as smoothly. He was aware the type of pack this was, despite the military esque titles. 

He slipped into old habits, going on a patrol of sorts after parting ways with his new student, not dating to mark yet but doing it moreso to give some sign of presence and intent to whatever other pack members may be around, and to explore the boundaries and limmits of the territory, as well as a potential training ring. 

He had gotten quite deep into the territory within a few hours, when he suddenly stopped. The pit, lined with sharp rocks and littered with bones and old bloodstains, loomed before him. Memories of Nix, of the evils he had been forced to do, of the torture pits, flooded back, and He growled, staring solemnly down at the thing. "Did you mean to make me a monster, old man?" He growled softly to the wind. Suddenly a rather poingiant memory rose to the front- a golden furred yearling with kind eyes and a sad smile, his fur still matted from their coupling, cowering under Nix's towering presence. That soft voice, telling him it was ok, he could do it, he wasn't afraid. The Yelp and the taste of his lovers blood. 

He shook himself violently to clear away the hauntings of his past. Nix was gone, and so obviously was Cole. He lifted a paw to push forward when he sensed the presence of another.