Spotted Eagle Mountain the world is quiet here

Sidenote: Vaati left the game sometime in early February 2018.
It has been approximately 4 months since.

He had not intended to return so quickly; still licking his wounds from an earlier confrontation Vaati had not since forgotten. Four months had not been long enough to forget the shameful sting of defeat and yet, long enough for the man to feel a personal dissatisfaction with letting it slide. However, his return was not brought about on the warpath to revenge, rather, a carefully calculated and decisive purpose - and no less nefarious than expected.

And he did not come alone. @Abraxas stalked somewhere loosely behind him; a shadow who blended in more easily than those cast by the sun and shade. It was no surprise to learn that the other had hailed from the same dark forest as he; it was as if the grayscale stranger embodied the eerie soul of the dark woods in a phantom-esque manifestation that could pass by in a mere blink if one kept their eyes shut for too long. Abraxas did not get in his way, Abraxas rarely spoke, and therefore, Abraxas had become his closest friend in a matter of months; a mutual understanding based on likeness and survival. It only helped that they both held qualms with their birthplace and those who currently inhabited it.... issues left unresolved that left them both looking to reach the same goals. Releasing a sharp howl to indicate his companion of his position, he found himself overlooking the vale down below with a reserved yet slightly sinister grin, knowing that peace in the land no longer existed as long as they sought to return. It was likely those who had been affected by Vaati’s bloody reign of terror had patched themselves and moved on in the months since his departure, returning to a pre-war grace period that was reminiscent of the days before Vaati learned to kill. They could continue to rest easy, as long as those who ought to let sleeping dogs lie continue to do so. Vaati had no intention to resume his bloodthirsty maiming spree, not yet, not as long as the beast was left unprovoked and satisfied with the what the absence of doing so had to offer.

the raven did not allow his voice to pierce the heavens as had the tyrant's moments before. no, it was rare that the man allowed himself to piece the silence into all its ugly shards, and never would he do so without cause. he had not expected to find the boy, not when he had left behind so recently the charred remains of what once had been. he'd watched his father, waited to see what the man would do when he'd revealed himself once on the borders.  his action had been no surprise, and Abraxas would have been content to leave behind the brotherhood and all their foolish lore should he not have found the boy. 

it was true what the blue-eyed beast claimed; he did not speak, he did not get in the way. it was not in the manner of a raven to force his will and bend others to him. he did not work in the manner that the tyrant did, did not think as he did. he was the shadow to the boy's fire, and in this he was content. the raven was cunning, and there would surely be spoils if he followed the hunter, surely more so if he whispered to the tyrant's wants. 

and so he followed the boy in the manner of a wayward shadow, twisting through the trees like smoke. he came to stand by the side of the boy silently, melting into the space beside him. the other grinned, and the raven's glassy gaze betrayed nothing as they slid from the exposed canines to the valley below. they had been foolhardy in not killing the boy as he lay downed, surely, for allowing him to run. perhaps they would try again, perhaps they would succeed. only time would tell what the beast's return would entail, if anything at all.