Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

As Memory tried to toss him over he dipped and dodged again learning to be quicker on his paws. Memory's lunge succeeded in bringing his fangs across Valour's nose and the fierce pain only fueled him to fight harder. Rearing up onto his hinds and balancing he wrapped his forelegs around Memory's neck holding him tightly and gripped him by the bridge of the muzzle, once again holding to see what the older soldier did to escape.