The Heartwood heart to heart

Her scent carried along the wind from a not too far away distance and Vaati, despite his quite visible weakness in the loss of part of his neck, could not tame his curiosity in order to save himself the trouble of getting up and putting himself in danger to seek her out. Which of course, he did. Pulling himself from the shadows, he daringly crossed the border as her scent paved the path he took, moving slower as to accommodate his injuries yet acutely alert for those who roamed nearby. He mistook her for "Hydra," calling out her name as if greeting an old foe who had recently become a friend. Despite their obvious differences, there was something about her that intrigued him beyond simple curiosity. Perhaps it was because she had proved to be the only worthy opponent he had come across, challenging him for who he was whilst holding his life in her hands. It was a predicament he had never wound himself into until she had come along, shaking him from childish arrogance and what he thought he knew. He would not be the same man he is without her influence, deadly or not, and in some part of his mind, he acknowledges that. 

But he does not know the names of the other two who have shaped his life monumentally, and up until that point, had not truthfully cared. Vaati's ears flicker curiously -- slightly suspicious -- as he nears the girl of midnight fur. There is nothing to distinguish Hydra from her sisters and vice versa. Nothing besides the way they move, react and express themselves that show differentiating characters. But those are things he cannot pick up visually, and as he slows his pace even further, wonders whether or not he had made a monumental mistake in seeking her out.