Ankyra Sound engine of chaos

His eyes followed the small figure moving towards him, unsurprised to discover it that was a child to be the first to greet him. The pale teen chirped in an unknown language that scratched at the back of his conscious as if he had heard it before. However, there remained no time to entertain the flicker of familiarity before his senses picked up on the fact they were no longer alone.

The kill dropped from his teeth as Caiaphas drew forth, though whether or not he had intended it to do so was debatable. She was unmistakable, and his memory was impeccable… yet that concerned him. The stench of the dark woods had long since disappeared from his pelt, and any allegiance he had to it died the moment they had allowed him to be usurped. But the two-toned woman knew nothing of that. The version of him that existed in her cognizance was a mere boy, foolish and reckless. The impulsivity was something he had never lost, but learned to work in his favour. It was simply a matter of convincing her of what he already knew. Sensing her wary, he takes a step back.

“I was curious,” he paused, glancing to the child briefly before returning to meet the woman's ember lit optics. “But I think I’d like to stay ... if you should allow.” He dips his head respectfully in her direction, playing it safe. Vaati knew her to be a particularly cunning individual, recalling how she had once offered him the opportunity to lay waste to an enemy and evade another. It had been unattainable at the time, but it was that warmongering mindset that he thirsted dearly for. Docility was not in his nature, and therefore he could not submit himself to a pack that demanded that of him. He had a feeling she would not.