Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

He was surprised when what popped up was not, in fact, Valour's dark muzzle and cunning eyes, but a spotted pup. 
He blinked in confusion for a moment then smoothed his features- or at least as well as his features could be smoothed when he had more scar tissue than lips in places. 
"Uhhh. Hi. Kid." He answered akwardly. "I was expecting a very different pup. Who are you?" He smelled like the forest, so obviously was no stranger...but it was a relief to see pup who wasn't damaged, or turned into a mini soldier. Though the scars on the kids face told a different, darker story. Goddamit whoever was involving kids in this hell needed their goddamn throats ripped out. 
The same instinct he had over Valour he wanted to have over this one- after all unless a shewolf was willing to carry pups for him, then leave as soon as they were weaned, he would have no pups of his own. "Where's your folks?"