Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

NOTE: Forward dated at least a couple of days when some of his wounds are healed. But his face cut would still be open prolly

The vision in his right eye has returned to him, for as it were, had Hydra's claw struck him only centimeters closer he would be without it completely. He was thankful that was not the case, but it measured nothing in comparison to the rage he felt towards the woman who had attacked him with the intention of doing so, and for what reason he still did not know. However, it was their scent, the three of them that he engraved within his memory, recalling the key to their identity several times a day while he healed in contempt, simply to ensure he would not forget. And he didn't, not when that singular piece of data wafted past his nasal cavity from a distance not too far away.

Despite the risk of re-opening the scars that were yet to heal all over his body, the mere idea of neglecting to inflict his retribution upon any who bore the same scent as those who did him in was unfathomable to Vaati. Revenge was an unfamiliar motto to him but one that he would take up nonetheless, for the boy turned man is out for blood. But it is the sight of innocence, opportunity, that struck him back, forming a much more articulate plan as he watches silently as the girl wanders from afar. Her tongue hangs out her mouth, the tell-tale signs of exhaustion etched into young features and he dares to think that perhaps... this was meant for more. The scent, oh that scent, it is unmistakable. He strolls forward, unthreateningly, friendly, and unused vocal chords crack a quick remark, "Thirsty?"