Blackfeather Woods crude and proud creatures

hiii somehow-related-cousin *waves*

"Peace be."

The stranger greets, though Vaati is unrelenting in his critical gaze. Muscles churn under his thick arctic coat as he lays Cassiopeia's partial skull at his feet, and returning to his tall dominant stance. The brute recognizes neither the woman before him nor the one lingering just a few paces behind, and his lip turns up slightly as the words 'Ivory Rose' tumble from her mouth. What the fuck was an Ivory Rose? It was neither Blackfeather Woods nor The Melonii, but something else entirely. Disgusting. 

"Who are you?" He inquires curtly, a sour hint in his tone as if they had offended him in some way. But he does not wait for an answer. "Where is Maegi?" Came the next question, though Vaati did not expect the answer to be revealed to him so easy. He supposes that to them, he is a stranger with unknown ties to the forest they inhabited. Yet, they stood on his ground. Whatever claim they thought they had was easily washed away by the Melonii's presence. The forest was his by blood and by birthright -- or so the man tells himself as his steely optics survey over their heads and into the shadowed woods. 

He does not pick up any indication that his estranged sister had been anywhere near the woods -- at least recently -- as her scent as he recalled it did not linger. Perhaps she had abandoned the woods, or flat-out died. He could not tell which would be more disappointing. Vaati's eyes return to rest upon the one who's rank holds superior, "Tell me, who leads you.. stranger?" It comes out in a mocking hiss, making no effort to hide his distain. Vaati does not believe he owes them any courtesy, for their presence intrudes upon land he bled for, and where he still intended to bury what remained of his wife.