The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

It was a scent that could not be forgotten. 

Her anger toward Vaati had long since faded, but she was a woman of principle. Both she and Vaati knew something needed to be done about the mess he had made. Now it was less about the mess and more about where he had made it. Somehow, she knew the enemy well enough to know that he would come where unwelcome—it was the character trait of any villain, was it not, to test the waters, to see how far they could go. 

She had let him wonder for long enough, she decided. Wander, too. 

Out from the woods she came, mute as her fangs revealed themselves and her foreleg reached out to sweep him off his feet to start with. She realized as she attacked that she had lost the desire to kill him, but, well, she had an obligation to fulfill. Vaati would not know it, of course—even she just realized it, after all—but she would let him think it for a while longer. It would all be over soon.