Redsand Canyon I know you haven’t said a prayer in a month or so

Donovan....or Kynareth (he had yet to question the sudden change of name dropped at Legion) called. Valour's ears rose up, head lifting as he cracked open one eye and slowly rose to his paws. Quickly he meandered on over to the small group spotting Nyra already there and greeting her with a friendly sway of his tail before turning his attention to their leaders. "What's up?" He asked expectantly for when Donovan called there was often a good reason and admittedly the young lord had grown bored. His paws itched for action, to do something and more often than not as of late he wanted to sink his teeth into someone's flesh and feel the rush that ending a good fight brought.