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He smirks only slightly when the child points out his scar, referring to it as something much less scary than it actually is. For a second he admires the child's bravery, until it screeches suddenly and sends itself tumbling backward over his own feet. Vaati merely has to step a single step to catch up to the flailing child, and swiftly leans down and grabs him by the scruff, picking him up in his jaws. He has no set plan for what he intends to do with the child beyond bring him to the dark woods, knowing that this is someone's son, and that someone was bound to come looking for him. However, the likelihood of the boy's guardians tracking him down was slim to none, and Vaati thinks smugly, they should never have let the child out of their sight in the first place. Vaati would not, if he had children of his own just yet. He walks swiftly and with purpose in the direction of Blackfeather Woods, holding the squirming child delicately in his teeth; he holds no sign of aggression beyond attentive caution and keeps it that way to ensure the child does not fuss anymore than it already has.