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

Even if Vaati had been aware of the strained relations between Drageda and Rusalka, it is highly unlikely he would have cared. He had seen the mountain wolves in action and had been left… unimpressed. Perhaps they had changed since he had last fought them, become more proficient and stronger -- but Vaati was a man who had taken on three packs at once. There were few extraneous forces that he truly feared, if any at all.
 
But his words were met with an eye-roll, causing a flare of rage to rise within him. “I don’t care. You have no business lingering so close to a pack that you do not belong to. Walk somewhere else.” His authoritative decree left no room for insolence. It was simply a fact. A universal truth that one did not embark on suspicious behaviour near borders that they did not own, unless they sought trouble. On a certain level, Vaati yearned for the other to be brave enough to just try, to place one mere step out of line... for Vaati was reckless enough to slaughter the other where he stood. Nothing had stopped him from doing so before, and to assume that he of all people would bend at the threat of war was foolish at best.