Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Each and every word felt like Memory was trying to say he was better, that he had more prowess as a warrior than Valour had. True or not it caused the first real instinctual surge of dominance. He was the Warlord here and he'd earned it whether it was because he'd done so peacefully or not. As he felt Memory shift against his legs he hopped to the side narrowly avoiding Memory's kick and leaning down nipping at his mouth before misjudging his lunge and pulling back. 

Another wave of searing pain and he looked down to see Memory attached to his leg and his adrenaline spiked as he thought Memory was going to rip his leg out. Quick second thinking and using something he'd learned from Santiago he embraced the pain and shoved his ankle further back against the man's teeth tearing his flesh but prying open his jaws. Freeing the limb he quickly slammed it down on Memory's head, pushing with all he could to hold him down "I picked you to come train me not to sniff after the pups. Lot of good that did too, two went missing" he couldn't believe that was the man's excuse. Stating that age was experience was just as laughable "That's funny seeing as an 11 month old has you pinned. Maybe you're getting too old to fight. Training pups suits you" the more he spoke the more time it gave the adrenaline to wear out and he realised exactly how bad the situation had gotten. "It's a tie. Can I let you up?" his voice was monotone and hushed as he pretended to feel nothing about the predicament, offering a gesture of peace. If it was taken he'd quickly walk away to see Serem, his ankle needed tending as soon as possible.