Noctisardor Bypass is the rise of an eastern sun going to be good for everyone?

Foolish -- perhaps he is -- but weak... weak is something he has never been. In the moments when he has faltered in strength, he had paid for it and learned to never do so again. Weak does not survive being hunted for months, nor evade death time after time. Yet, the duo's colourful and one-worded responses do not come as a surprise. There had been little hope that they would accept, and there would be very little lost at the refusal. The yearling shakes his head almost condescendingly. "Pity," He had thought them smarter. Ithrik had dug his own grave at the threat of Blackfeather's young. Even if they were to kill Vaati, Blackfeather Woods would never follow them. Vaati has learned the wolves of the dark woods are fickle creatures. Nothing will impress them nor sate their desires; they exist happily only on the verge of extinction when there is no one to turn to and blame, existing in a state of content only out of necessity. Blackfeather Woods as a single entity could not give a shit about Vaati himself -- and he knows this -- but they would rather see his head attached only by a cord and sitting the throne than two outsiders making threats to their young. Instead, the yearling throws his head back and laughs sardonically in the following of the uncle's barbaric plans, seemingly meant to shake some fear into him... as if Vaati could still yet fear empty threats when he has feared much more and survived.

The triplets would not be harmed -- they are much more crafty than himself to ensure their own survival. However, it takes only a summoning howl for those who had not yet arrived to ensure not one hair on all three of them would be touched by the man, and in the same breath, an order to make sure the other does not leave the territory alive. Iliksis, Vaati will kill himself. He would enjoy fulfilling the dire warning he provided, for it is a mistake to confuse his honesty for pure arrogance. Perhaps he is arrogant in the same way all commanders are, only because they reserve the right to impose their gravitas... but because they have earned it. What arrogance he has stems not from youth but the factual assurance that this rebellion will be not even a blip on the history of Blackfeather Woods, in the end. However the problem prowling threateningly before him will not go away merely by words, and in very little time later does he launch himself fully at the challenger before him, claws extended and canines bared in a target for the throat.