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It was not a song she had expected to hear, but as Hydra ranged to follow the movement of a passing herd it came. She could not say it was an unpleasant surprise. Her low opinion of him had shifted for the better, since their many encounters. He was willing to kill for her—how could she not come to appreciate a man like Vaati? 

And so the woman moved to meet him, not too terribly far away to start with. 

He moves toward her as she comes toward him; he looks to be a man, now, in figure. He had always been this large, though, hadn't he?—and carried himself in the same self-assured swagger, she remembered. He was impressive to behold, and Hydra admired the woman-made markings upon him. A gift from she herself; how could she feel sorry for her actions in earnest, especially when the aftermath suited him so? 

If she had any regrets, it was acting on the behalf of a coward. Were she ever to lay a fang upon the Melonii man before her again, it would not be to defend any (bar her own family)—but ah, bygones. She let them be. 

She saw he carried no head with him, to her disappointment; she had hoped he might come with such a gift. There were moments in her life where she forgot about her vendetta, but they were fleeting. She had long ago determined that the eye she had taken was nowhere near the same as the life he had stolen. Of any wolf within this Valley, he had, without intent, done the most damage to her. One way or another, he would pay the price.

Vaati, she greets, all the more intrigued at his summons for her due to his coming empty-handed.