In his titanous jaws he carries part of a seal, a peculiar kind of prey he found to be tough on the teeth. Perhaps that is why he likes it, for the thick blubber seems to fight back with every bite he takes. However, this particular kill is not for him to devour but to feed Caiaphas, whom he seeks out with an earnest step. Vaati finds he is somewhat out of the loop regarding their stance with the Drageda wolves; a history he had not been around to experience. Neither was it information he was willing to inquire from Firefly or Rosalyn, holding them in slight contempt for usurping someone whom he considered a perfectly capable leader and then proceeding to threaten the life of the woman in question. It has not earned his respect, nor his trust. There was a time and a place for doing what they had done, but in Vaati's judgement, it had been fruitless. Perhaps he is simply biased -- it would be no surprise. Nor would he care.

"Caiaphas," He calls out lowly, dropping the kill at his feet. She lurks not too far in the distance, if he is correct. Should anyone else present themselves, he will bring the prey to Grezig instead,

It was strange to see her this way. Weak. The unpleasing sight causes a slight frown to form on his lips, not because he feared that she would not live (something told him she had survived worse) but for the mere fact that the longer she took to heal, the more time she gave Rosalyn to act upon her desire to expel the matriarch from Rusalkan grounds. As far as he is aware, that was the new Alpha's intent and he has no reason to believe otherwise, for the words had come from her mouth. It is something that Vaati would have done in such a position. But that was no kudos to her -- Vaati had been a shit leader. 

The titanous figure notes Caiaphas' seemingly exhausted state, but nevertheless, presses on with the intent of his disturbance. "The red woman -- Rosalyn," He sits. "She wants to get rid of you." It is said so with a breath of accusation, coupled with hints of focused agitation towards the audacity of the statement. By doing nothing to disallow the banishment from taking place, he would be party to a particularly messy, treasonous act. 

"But I did not join this pack to betray the trust of the leader I chose to stay for." A snarl balances evenly on his tongue as he says it, feeling the rush of heated blood fill his cheeks. Yet, to fully understand the circumstances that led to the need to re-pledge his loyalty, he would require an answer that would explain exactly why Drageda hostiles had been brought into mix. "Now it is your turn to explain to me why I must even make that distinction at all." He looks to her with a pointed gaze, seeking confirmation that his fated clash with the present leaders would indeed be justified.

Maybe Firefly was indeed stronger that Caiaphas, but that alone would not earn Vaati’s respect as a leader, nor would it so quickly shift his fidelity away the woman. He too had been strong -- perhaps stronger than the other -- when he had run Blackfeather, but the matter of his will had done nothing to speak for his wisdom. The present situation seemed eerily reminiscent.  

However, the two-toned woman was clever, wickedly so, and it was she whom Vaati would trust to win a war for her understanding of it was unmatched, in his opinion. At the moment her body was weak from injury, but weak as an Alpha, she was not. Hence why the takeover had not sit with him right… and it did not help his judgement that Vaati had beaten Firefly once before. What were the chances he was capable of doing so again, should the need become too great? “Perhaps I will.” He replies, letting the possibility hang in the balance.

The topic shifts from the matter of monarchy to the interest of Drageda, providing the curious notion that the cliff wolves are not all as strong as they liked to impose. This causes a brow to arch on his forehead. If they were as unimpressive as Caiaphas suggested, it only made sense to leave a lasting mark before they mustered the courage to confront Rusalka head-on. “Interesting.” Her take on it was not something he would have considered.

“But yet, the risk of war is great. Should we embark on a warpath and find ourselves outnumbered, not only you and I, but our children will be slaughtered.” He supposes he does not need to tell her that, but it is only a stepping stone in an effort to truly decipher whether or not she felt that they could rise as victors in a conflict that never seemed to end.