Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

He is younger, he surmises, than Vaati, but just how young she cannot tell. Young enough, however, than to sound less intimidating and act less than her captor. It was this that had her make her next move, based on the belief that what she wanted just might be possible with this one. "I'd be more inclined to tell you if I had something other than carrion to eat,"  she said haughtily, gaze fixed on him. She'd hardly make the same demand of Vaati, but nor would she divulge her name very easily. It was one of the things that belonged to her in this place, one of the things under her control. And she'd keep it that way; though she just might offer it for something better to eat than rats and day-old carcasses.