Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She agrees, begrudgingly, but agrees nonetheless to follow and he lets out an inaudible breath of air he wasn't aware he was holding. It would have been a shame to be forced to hurt her, when he didn't necessarily care to do so. Indicating her to follow, he nudges his head in the direction of BFW, turning his back to her and trusting she does not attempt to flee. The gash on his face burns with pain; he has reopened the wound once more in his attempt to hold her down and he snarls at the mere memory of why he bears the disturbance in his once overall unmarred appearance. The anger returns to his every step, forceful and possessed, and for a second he almost considers ending the girl right then: she smells all too familiar to the three women who placed a manhunt on his head. Roughly and unexpectedly, she shoves her into the water. "Get in," Vaati demands, though there is little she could do to stop him; he cannot concentrate when she carries the scent of his enemies, those who wish him dead.