Haunted Wood Hosts of the Air

Thank you for starting!! <3

Despite his last encounter with Valour, Abaddon still skulked around the borders of his pack every so often. Stalking them from the mist they oh so loved to live within and using it to his pale advantage. He didn't stick out very much in a place like this and so, so long as he kept his scent as minimal around here as possible and didn't get too close, he slid under the radar with still much caution. 

He didn't know what he was waiting for... but he was waiting for something. Valour thought he was such a big man, a dangerous man, and Abaddon was hell-bent on showing Valour and his little group that they were not untouchable. That Abaddon was also the son of Vengeance and that his blood was just as sickly as any other of his lineage. 

But how?

And there it was. A how. One of the little runts that wandered at the border, unwatched by any in the fog from the looks of it as Abaddon watched a distance himself for a while... No one came. No one spoke to the boy and the boy didn't talk to anyone either. Feeling safe enough to approach, Abaddon made his move. 

Does the outside world interest you? He spoke calmly, letting that charisma shine through to hide his intentions for now.