Barrow Fields (ver)x gon' give it to ya

hyperventilates

 

Outward-bound adventures across the gulf and towards the mountain range sated his restless spirit, but only by a fraction. No amount of exploration or tiresome journey could satisfy the need for a calamity that stirred within him. Perhaps in that sense, it was only fate that as he left Rusalkan territory did the scent of another cause the airs of his neck to stand on end. Loping forth to gather the stranger in his sights, cold optics narrowed upon a large black male lingering on the outskirts of his home. It is not Rusalka territory, but it is too close for his liking. Too close not to investigate. 

The man is not known to him, but smells of Drageda. A behemoth snarl develops in the young titan's chest, pushing out his throat in a heavy, guttural sound that rang louder than intended. He prowls forth -- head down and ears pressed flat against his skull, the rippling of tense muscle underneath his skin indicating that he found a reason to kill. The conflict between Rusalka and the pack from which the stranger came is unknown to Vaati, but the memory of Drageda wolves invading Blackfeather and slaughtering his uncle was still fresh in his mind. Coming to stand threateningly before the dark stranger, Vaati offers the other the chance to take his business elsewhere with a hostile snarl that seemed to mimic thunder. "Leave." Of course, there was no scenario in which the stranger left unscathed, nor without Vaati chasing after his heels. But, he wanted to look the other in the eyes as he realized there would be no returning to Rusalka's vicinity -- not while Vaati remained within its ranks.