Haunted Wood Inhale the clarity

The dream was taunting him, images of Vengeance giving his attention to everyone else but him, of others betraying his mentor, of people taking the spot beside him as if they owned him. It made him mad, he was seething with jealousy and the sheer impression that Vengeance was his. The dream shifted and it was a scene of him, mounting Vengeance as an older man and doing...doing...

Valour groaned in his sleep and humped, squirming as he snarled and bared his fangs "Mine!" He shouted and rolled to sit up, appearing to be laying under a tree by Vengeance's den. He looked over to see the man on top of the rock and grimaced, rolling over and wincing as something poked him from the ground. Or...oh hell. "What the fuck?!" He shouted and stood, spinning and looking between his legs and staring forgetting his mentors presence.