Haunted Wood If you must leave, Leave as though fire burns under your feet

He'd done nothing but cover the entire territory on loop for the past week. Everywhere he went he saw ghosts. Running with Hela under and over the fallen trees, Playing with Clay just about everywhere they could slip away to. Lessons with Vengeance. The place where they'd taken down Orochi and dragged him back to the pit. The damned pit....staring into it was like staring directly into his sins...torture...imprisonment...murder. Turning away he found himself standing at the mouth of Vengeance's den and breathing in finding a trickle of disappointment when none of the previous rank stench was brought into his lungs. Looking around him he saw his entire life...for he'd not really lived many months before being taken away by the Warlord. He saw everything he'd second guessed, everything he had found himself still not satisfied with and had to swallow down yet another lump that rose in his throat.

Valour sat in the clearing. The place where he had fought Astara. The place Hela and he constantly fought for shit they should have been too young to even think about....they were both too stupid to know that. His eyes gleamed as he sucked in a breath and exhaled a few tears slipping down the red fur of his cheeks. There wasn't any reason that he had to go but the goodbye was solidified in his heart, Nightwalkers was not a thing anymore and therefore he wasn't bound by anything but affection for those lingering. Even then he couldn't deny the world that he'd never seen the seduction of the unknown too strong to ignore. Calling out to @Clarence he waited for his friend praying he was still around and hadn't left, not without saying goodbye first.