Greatwater Lake Great Balls of Fire

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The scent of a stranger lurking near their borders is one that fascinates him, for more times than most it is an idiotically curious wanderer who has no intention of joining their ranks. Therefore, it is simply stupidity that one should loiter near a pack that displays the heads of their enemies on their borders, but many do nonetheless. It is Vaati's beholden and rather joyous task of driving them off, on the occasion that one creeps forth. Thunderous footsteps fall as he barrels towards the stranger, his presence alone forboding of what is to come. But he does not attack immediately, first pausing to evaluate the other of their intentions before his hackle raise and his ears fall back against his skull in blatant hostility. A low snarl balances on his tongue, the peaks of ivory canines peeking out from between his lips; he indicates for the other to explain themselves before he advances for the kill.