Haunted Wood we don’t gotta let him in

Planting his butt firmly on the ground Valour settled down for a long and hard talk as more questions came pertaining to Vengeance. He wanted to spit on the ground, to show disgust at the resurfacing memories but....he had to remember that to Famine the dead man was his dad and not a monster that prevented sleep. "He hurt people. Especially children. One of those children fought back" the explanation was as simple as could be though he felt bitter giving Hela the cover up of being a victim. She'd enjoyed and wanted every last minute of violence and chaos that ensued in the pack but people who hurt kids wound up a rotting carcass being dragged away and abandoned by packmate, easy peasy. "then coyotes ate him" that time he seemed more hesitant to give the truth, eyes shifting down and away. He felt like shit though usually he'd have been proud to tell anyone about the fall of the lying cruel man he'd followed away from home. 

Then came a dilemma. Valium was bullying Famine. Another belch and the boy turned big round eyes on him seeking what looked like reassurance. Always having been a pretty nice guy he tried to remember what it was like to be young and grow up forgetting his own mother and sister. "You have family" he said tone surprisingly gentle for a moment "Everyone who works their butts off to keep you safe. Me. Clarence. Santi and Serem. Memory" he wasn't sure that Vanity would really take kindly to being looped into caring for more pups. The woman had her own children that she kept an eye on, the way it was supposed to be. "If you're worried about being a fatty how about you work out? Start practicing your fighting like everyone else" the suggestion was made kindly, though he was really hoping it was taken to heart because he couldn't have a kid taking an entire rabbit to himself.