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As the patchwork woman beckoned him closer, he followed suit and took a place on his haunches before her, stretching out his titan form relaxedly. There was little to feel threatened of by the other, he was clearly at a physical advantage, and neither did he hold the belief that she was vengeful enough to call upon the rest of Blackfeather Woods to hunt him down. Only the deceased bird sat between them, and in the silence did he find himself staring ominously at it, before her query tone broke the dead air.

Her message was difficult to decipher at first, and he found himself staring blankly at her soul-searching optics for many minutes before it clicked in his mind. The fact returned to him that she was a mute of some sort, and he mixed around the sounds and words in his head to gather a message behind the syllables she voiced. What surfaced was an inquiry that had not been asked to him and one that he did not expect, having not truly asked himself what his true motives were behind the witch hunt. “It is not truly a hate, but a means to an end.” Kove had wronged him in Vaati’s eyes, but it was in that anger that he found fuel to continue in his consuming desire to see the dark woods fall as a whole entity, rather than aimed at the individual beings who resided there.

At first, he believed that only the one who stood at the dark wood’s helm could bring about a permanent destruction of the pack itself in the same manner Vaati had almost achieved. Only, the catalyst for said destruction would be the northerner’s death; a final blow to the hull of a sinking ship. It would be Vaati’s last salute to the place that had brought him up and ruined him all in the matter of a few short months. “It is justice.” In that belief was Vaati firmly rooted, only altering the details to fit what Damien allowed of him. The Melonii were instinctively wrathful creatures, and as Vaati believed Kove had robbed him and his family of what was rightfully theirs ... it was not something they would simply let slide.