Haunted Wood So you decided to come back hm?

He had been patrolling the borders- again. It seemed a single minded mission but until Hela gave him other orders, this was where his tail would stay. It was Ironic, the fact the majority of Corona had seemingly fused with the Nightwalkers in the span of a week. Black Hat was nowhere to be found, and neither was the young Beta, Roman? Rowan? Whatever his name was. 
Valour's scent was also fading, much to Memory's irritation. The kid had dragged him back, nearly getting his ass handed to him by Hela (ok that may not have been entirely the kids fault) and then left. 
He was lost in his thoughts, focused on putting his paws in front of each other, when a familiar voice beconed him. Serem, Hela's general. 
"Well hello again to you too. You smell like you've got your paws full." He chuckled softly, noting that Serem still had the ribby, sunken appearance of a shewolf after whelping, and her dangling mammaries. "Are you taking care of yourself?"