Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

The coldness of his words struck him and he realized his mistake. Realized who and what he was becoming. 
"I did. You're right. I'm an idiot. A prideful, idiot, jackass." 
The words weren't teary, more sheepish than anything. "I guess I needed my ass handed to me to remind me." 
At Valour's question he pinned his ears, looking away shamefully. He couldn't betray Clarence. But his Alpha had asked him a direct question. "It was an accident. I thought I could control the situation but I made it worse. I've already forgiven Clarence-" he cringed inwardly realizing he had given it away. "It wasn't...he had a flashback or something. The kids been through some shit." 
He realized Again how selfish he had been. "It's not right. You're just a kid- not even a year old. You should be running around having your first crush, and only worried about where your next adventure is going to be. Nobody should have to go through what we have." 
He gave a derisive snort at the comparison between the two tyrants. But the kid had a compelling point. "From what everyone tells me about Venegance they would have been best buddies. And I've...met someone. Tentatively. Shes beautiful...I met her up by Moonspear looking for Conquest. Shes so soft and sweet and every insinct tells me to protect her."  Somehow the little sylph had captivated him in one meeting. He rose to his paws and gave Valour a friendly headbutt. "If I were to go...to her...you wouldn't blame me, would you? If I tried to make a new start, away from here, away from this path- Though I have no idea what a washed up warrior would be good for-"