Haunted Wood All we do is scream and fight

Was there a word for something further than exhaustion? If there was Valour couldn't think of one but whatever it was fit. Even so he kept himself going, kept himself eating, kept himself running and reporting to allies. How much he had done in the days since the war had been declared? He was a silent shadow always on the move just as the dead man before him....except he wasn't useless and didn't bring trouble to their door. Vanity's call rang out in the silence of their misty home and he set out at a quick pace, eyes already filled with a fierce light. He really hoped that this wasn't anything too serious and his fur began to prickle along his spine as he considered the option of fighting her just for the hell of it, just because they both were filled with rage and the fact that she had been so bold with her mouth toward him lately had him maybe a little salty. Spotting the masked she wolf he studied her for a moment before asking "What's up?" casually his eyes trying to search for any signs of hostility that would mean a fight or something tense.