Otter Creek You will kill or be killed, it's about progress

i forgot to say, thanks for starting!! :D

The other is quick to apologize, rather uncharacteristic of those he had previously come across. Loners, scavengers, those on the line of self-preservation held no manners but the unruly ones they used to snap back in desperation. Yet, the excuse the other gives is very much believable, and Vaati accepts it for what it is. Either, a spy doing a rather poor job at his profession or a wanderer who had no wish to start trouble where no trouble needed to arise. "Ah, yes. The blood." He nods acknowledgedly, having forgotten the factor of pure intrigue that caused many to stop on their way and gape at the monstrosity they saw. He could not blame the other for observing the gruesome sight, it was magnificent display to behold that, if they lingered long enough, brought many to their deaths in turn. However, Vaati is presently in no business to make enemies of others, save if they should make war against him first. Unfortunately, the other gives him no reason to attack other than a close proximity and even then, that is not good enough. 

Vaati nods stiffly, obliging the other's request of information with little hesitance. "Yes." It is information he deems of no value. By now, he is sure his misplaced reputation has spread far and wide, and the fact that he now takes responsibility of the woods as a part of him means very little in light of all the things that could be said about him. It is not as if he can conceal his identity any longer, that much is ruined for him for life. It offers him very little freedom, and much less, a hope for any future undisturbed by those he had foolishly made enemies of. Perhaps, in time he could blame it on youth. That was, if he lived long enough to reflect on the young age he currently lives. Yet the chances of him meeting another year is slim, and he knows it. Vaati is not an idle thinker, nor one to preserve a sense of hope where no hope could be found. He is a realist, unable to keep himself tangled up in ideologies of greatness and fantasies of his own pride when the threat of his extinction crawls ever so tauntingly towards him.