Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

He bit back the urge to return the agressive gesture, figuring he probably wouldn't get off to the best start if he fought the Alphaess before he had even crossed the border. 
Instead he pinned his ears, motioning his submission. He relaxed a bit as she turned and walked away, shooting a threat at him as she did. "Temper on that one. I can respect that though." Hearing about the murder of the kid's mentour he frowned. In some packs it was a tradition to do so, but he somehow suspected that wasn't the case here. For now, as he followed the kid into the packlands, he chose not to comment on it. He gave his signature grin as the kid exchanged formalities. "Valour, Huh? Nice name. I used to go by Cyn but...For now...you can call me Memory." He answered, his tone less cocky now but carrying the same note of confidence. As a gesture of Goodwill he looked over at the kid, hesitating before he spoke. "You fought well back there. Made a lot of smart decisions a lot of wolves wouldn't make. If you want help with that eye, my mother was a healer- I may have picked up a thing or two. "