Haunted Wood I wanna take advantage

Since the altercation at the hunt Memory had steered clear of the scent of the Fae. 
especially seeing as she now has pups and the sound of her screeching and spitting like a cornered badger was not exactly to miss. 
He wasn't even entirely sure what had brought him this way, aside from trying to find closure. Well...by proxy anyway. 
Someone had moved the mouldering remains into a proper grave, it seemed. 
He started forward, ready to say his goodbyes- and a few other words- but Vanity's dark pelt slipped in front of him, and he sat silent, waiting, feeling almost guilty for watching this small private moment of vulnerability. 
As she turned to leave he made a small noise to announce his presence so she wouldn't collide with him. 
"You knew him well then?" He asks softly, a bit guarded. "Everyone I talk to tells me he was a monster."