The recent events involving Caiaphas and the drageda wolves left him on edge, anticipating an only increasing conflict between the two packs. The additional fact that Rusalka's borders were mere feet away from Drageda's did not ease this tension, nor the worry that flooded his mind. He could not be caught in war while his offspring could barely walk. Fleetingly, the thought crosses his mind to depart with the children and their mother should the threats overwhelm their safety, knowing full well that not even his intense allegiance to the two-toned sea wench would come before the lives of his blood. 

He does not need to travel far before the stench of female heat invades his nostrils, causing them to flare with alertness. Knowing it wise to steer clear, Vaati is a man ruled by primal instinct rather than sense... and so the decision is made for him. Thunderous footsteps charge him forth towards the source, he does not err on the side of caution when approaching. Everything about his demeanour indicates why he is there, for his chest puffs out as if to showboat for her favour. He chuffs earnestly in her direction, circling forward in the direction of her rump whilst leaving meters between them. Should she show an unwillingness to partake, he will return in the direction from which he came.

She did not seem to reject his advances, casting him a curious glance that aroused his intrigue. Had he known that Firefly had taken the girl only the night before, would he have turned around and walked away? Likely not. His present disdain for the usurper did not overrule the desire to procreate. Vaati moves towards her, closing the gap that existed between them to run his nose daringly through her pelt, inhaling her scent should she allow. He would find no recognizable pack claim on her, knowing nothing of who she was or where she came from. Perhaps, it was better that way. 

The thought of introducing himself does not enter his mind; jaw opening up in an attempt to grasp the soft of her neck in his mouth in preparation to mount. Idle small talk is something the leviathan is not interested in, but to sate the internal desire that seemed to continually taunt him at every turn. Perhaps a small part of him envisioned her as someone else, someone speckled with the imprints of constellations upon her back. It would not be the first time.

Vaati should have expected the rumble of displeasure which indicated his pace of things was far too quick. "My apologies," He murmurs softly into her neck. "Would you rather I leave?" If her answer was to be what he expected, perhaps it would put into perspective the goal of their immediate situation. If her desire was not as strong as he anticipated, he would leave her as a more frustrated man but willingly all the same. The concept of connecting on an emotional level before committing to the act was foreign to him, well, foreign in the sense that he had only felt anything remotely like that with one of his lovers and never again. He did not seek to form that connection with anyone other than her, something he previously denied but now understood to be true.

"No". That was clear; he was not to stop. Instead, he moves at a slower pace -- perhaps even more so than he had ever been with Cass. But he does not feel fulfilled as he does so, for something is lacking... the absence of fever. There is nothing wrong with the girl herself, but there is no passion, no chase or anger. Cassiopeia had given him that. It had been pleasantly unpleasing, unlike his current experience that felt all too safe. Nevertheless, he continues, knowing he has gone too far to simply stop now. In any case, pent up tension within him must be released in some form or another regardless of internal feeling. 

As they finish their encounter, he slides off with a sly, "Thanks, dollface." and departing in the other direction with only her scent in his memory. Perhaps he will eventually attempt to find her, but the chances are unlikely. Any offspring to arise from their union are not his concern -- or so he will tell his conscious once he begins to wonder.