Haunted Wood Finding Her Tracks

He shakes his head, almost comedically as she mistakes him for something he could never be more unalike to. "Not Redhawk. Blackfeather." The yearling will not pretend to be someone he is not. It is a cowardice he will not succumb to, regardless of the danger. It would be too easy, to give his fate even more time. Vaati snarls loudly but does not move forward, "Do you truly expect me to believe you when your pack and its foolish brethren want my head?" It is upfront, welcoming any trouble the woman may give him for he is tired of laying dormant while the vultures circle his head awaiting his ever-impending death. Time drags on while the threat that keeps him chained to the dark forest remains, leaving him to waste-away what little freedom of existence he has left before, as promised, his retribution comes. Months have passed since the incident had become the catalyst for Vaati's supposed "downfall", and he begins to let himself wonder if such a thing would ever occur. He lets himself regain a sense of hope, and perhaps exhaustion, for spending so much time fearing what would never come. It was evident that the self-proclaimed merry band of death -- The Cerberus -- was all bark and no bite. Perhaps the girl sitting under the tree could give him some terror, some fear that Death awaited him, just over the hill and around the bend. Or, perhaps, the confirmation that life was not yet done with him.