Haunted Wood we set fires in the snow.

To say that Vengeance's death had caused problems in his plans was an understatement but that was not where his brain lay today. Valour had woken up from his dreams tormenting him, images of his dead father's body laying half rotten by the waterfall and replaced with Vengeance's. His mentor was dead, the man who was to thank for him not being dead or ending up somewhere where he'd be a weak little whiny pup like others he had seen. He couldn't figure out why he felt so badly about it, why the traces of Vengeance's scent he pissed over to get rid of them and make a statement made him want to shed a tear. The man hadn't exactly done much for him except torture him and leave him to his own desires all day, it wasn't like he had been a father yet...hadn't he always desired the man's attention and praise as if he had been one? He continued along the borders, noticing how Clay's scent was already gone from the borders. What was his reason for staying here now? He heard someone approaching behind him and turned to see Hela "Come to beat me again? I'd be careful, looks like Vengeance almost killed you too" the words were cold as ice and had little actual emotion, he just wasn't fond of having interaction with her.