Kaya narrowed her eyes at him, her voice laced with suspicion.
"do You knew them personally?"
Cutie shook his head hurriedly, hands flailing slightly in panic.
"No, no! I don't know them! I was just saying… whenever a vulture and a snake meet—they fight."
His voice trembled again. "They're mortal enemies. And when enemies like that meet, they don't care who's around. They fight. Always."
He pointed subtly toward the clearing.
"Did you see when he threw the stone? He didn't even look where he was throwing it."
His voice dropped lower.
"If you stay there too long… you'll get pulled into their fight whether you want to or not."
Kaya's jaw tightened slightly as she glanced back at Vayu and Veer, still locked in a silent war of glares.
Looking at their eyes—those burning, unwavering gazes—Kaya didn't need anyone to spell it out. Cutie wasn't wrong.
If those two clashed… it wouldn't just be a fight. It would be chaos.