Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

Her thoughts were disrupted by the pale figure that suddenly stood at the mouth of the cave. Hatred uncoiled from its resting place in her chest, and words did not take long to burst from her maw. "Back again? If I didn't know better; I-" but the spitfire suddenly fell silent when the scent caught up with her, and she realized that this wasn't Vaati; this one lacked the size and arrogance of stance. Suddenly unsure, she rose, bristling silently. Vaati offered a kind of peculiar comfort that stemmed from being the only face she knew and recognized in this place. She even knew the full strength of his wraith, and there was less uncertainty when faced with him than any other in this wretched place. She did not recognize the boy before her, the brother before her, but her hard gaze and stance spoke a clear enough message. What do you want.