The Sunspire Out Like A Light

It wouldn't fucking stop.

His fur seemed to stay plastered to his body permanently nowadays. There was death floating everywhere, the land was treachourous and yet Valour could not remain still. Poised with gunmetal eyes sharp as ever he had begun to wander the mountains the ferocity in his expression that of someone after something.
Someone.
Where the hell did he go now? Valour was so tired of traipsing around after this arrogant young prince, he'd find him and then he'd demand to know what had gotten into him. He missed the sweetness and gentility he had once found so welcoming in the pretty grey face....now there was simply pride, defensiveness and anger which in it's own way had Valour whipped. 
Through the moisture and drowned plant and flesh rot the air had taken up he caught the scent. Instantly it struck a chord within him.

Wrong.

His father bloated and rotting.

wrong...no. No this was wrong.

Eyes wide he strode forward and saw something laying at the ground. He saw a monster chewing away. Mind going blank Valour bolted forward his jaws parted and seeking out Parasite's flesh where if he struck he would rip and tear at whatever he could. Only if and when the wretch of a canine left would Valour stop to change his demeanor and look at what would lay before him.