Firefly Glen The Fireflies Are Out Tonight

The wails spark his curiosity on his venture home to the dark woods, angry cries that he found quite unnerving amidst the threat of many deaths that were sure to come in the following weeks. Wailing he could not ignore, but upon the sight and scent of from where the frustrated wails originate, Vaati instantly regrets ever seeking it out. He identifies her as one of the Moonspear clan, but not of one of the Cerberus. Cassiopeia had only mentioned three names to go with the deadly trio, and well, this one kind of stuck out like a sore thumb from the wraiths he had come to know. She was crying. Sobbing actually, and he watches like a deer caught in the headlights as she strikes the ground in all her misery. It was a situation he had no business in, and neither wanted to be in, having never deal with crying kids nor others feelings in such a state. But, here he was, his scent and confirmed presence lingering in the air for anyone to find. If he were to leave and something disastrous should happen to the girl, his scent would be the first thing the Local Death Squad™ would find. He could run, but in no time the Cerberus would find a way to blame him, as they had to the unfortunate Redhawk kid. And he already knows how Hydra feels about those who run. "And who told you that?" He draws out, lounging to a stop only a foot away, his tone seemingly bored as if he asked only out of necessity. Really, the yearling would rather she just shut up instead of using her apparent sorrow as a beacon to all his enemies, but telling her so did not seem like an option at that moment in time.