Blackbeak Bluff old yellow bricks

Vaati could not shake the feeling that the other was mocking him, as if he was playing second fiddle to a joke about himself. It reminded him eerily of his brother, who held the same tone and manner as the stranger before him. “You are not invited.” He snarls in return, the hairs of his back rising. The fact is, the stranger is not his brother and so the affections he held for his littermate does not translate or carry over to the being before him, so he believes. “Do you have nothing better to do than watch?” Perhaps he should have attacked by now, but on some level he is intrigued. Intrigued to see where it would go, or what the other would do.