Haunted Wood we were hungry before we were born

The nature of the howl he heard from Hela was eerie, unnatural. He hurried towards it.

She was worse for wear, torn and bleeding. What she said left him in disbelief. He blinked. I beg your pardon! He exclaimed. It was too much to take in, too much was unreal, blurry like a dream. Vengeance, the monster of a man with years over this girl, determined and skilled as she was... bested by her. Dead because of her. He was proud of Hela's achievement, but Black Hat would never ever yield to a child, no matter how fond he was of the girl. No matter how strong she was, she hadn't the slightest idea of how to run a pack, and even with the guidance of an adult, it was too soon.

Valour voiced this thought in a much harsher fashion, fueled by envy. He could challenge her easily, for he was her mentor, clearly leagues more skilled than the broad Vengeance was. But he didn't want to rule this lot of villains, or any for that matter. He'd have to speak with her in private after he gathered his thoughts and was done reeling over this surreal reality that still felt like a dream. For now, he mused in silence.