Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

Repeating the same move over again had been a mistake and fire lances up his limb as Valour catches hold of it. He rolled with the motion of Valour's thrashing, flopping onto his side and aiming a kick at his Alpha's gut. 
"Experience is experience." He grunts. "Just because I came here doesn't make the past dissapear." 
He kicks Again and this time uses the momentum to push himself forward and pivot upward, jaws finally finding purchase on flesh- the tender thin skin of the back of Valour's foreleg. It was one of his favorite attacks- hard to keep clean and extremely painful, it could cripple an opponent. 
"I will always remember that. I was loyal to you even while the bitch was in power. But I am older, and age means experience. You picked me to help train pups for a reason." He snarled back, voice slightly muffled by fur.