Haunted Wood Oh well now mama, we're all gonna die

After his mistake was cleared up he felt a little relief that Hela hadn't done the damage to Memory's face. It was interesting to know there was someone else in the woods who had fighting skill, he wanted to find out who it was so they could maybe go at it some time. "Valium likes chewing stuff" he murmured about the honeycomb distracted by the fresh idea of a good sparring partner who hopefully wouldn't want to kill him.


"How are you settling in otherwise?" he spoke solely to Memory though he gave Serem a quick glance. Whenever he was to take over, he knew it was his job to reform the pack. To fix the cruel and monsterous ways of the Nightwalkers that had been taught by Vengeance. Hela would have to be on board with it but all he wanted was for the pack to keep to themselves. No more pup stealing, no more killing and no more stocking up on prisoners like food in a cache. Clay had said that his pack knew who they were and the idea of being known for Vengeance's deeds was scary.