Blackfeather Woods bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

he lingers near blackfeather, rebuilding his strength from forgotten caches and small prey. vaati is in no shape to travel further, or risk exposing a weakened self to not only the elements but awaiting rivals. though he has not taken an official residence under the wood's dominion, he sees no reason why anyone should protest to his presence under its shadow haven. despite the fact that he had no wish to pursue any claim to the dark woods, it was his birthright, after all. 

as he walks through the territory, a dart of silver graces his peripherals and he snaps his head towards it as the figure disappears into the underbrush. vaati's eyes narrow a fraction, unable to see the creature beneath the shadows and haze, but his nostrils flare and catch on to the scent of his child. following closely, he finds her dragging along a bone belonging not to prey, but likely, another of their kind killed on the borders of the territory. perhaps, killed by vaati himself. pushing through the bushes, he comes to stand in her path, blocking her course with his much larger frame. he nudges his head in the direction of the aged bone dangling in her teeth. "the remnants of your enemy?" he asks her, though he does not offer an amused smirk this time. the brute of a man is assessing her, attempting to figure out who she takes after -- her father or her mother?