Mostly he felt guilty. Ra was dead, and although the lion had somewhat lost it towards the end there, Vayu mourned for his friend. He hated for the zealot Ra had become, and mourned the strong stallion he had once known. And he felt guilty, so guilty, for not fighting. Maybe he could have saved his friend, prevented death... He shook his golden head in sadness. And then there was Enna, and his son, and that brought up a whole new mess of emotions within him. Did he love her? He wasn't sure. Did she love him, or was that just youth and hormones? So many questions. He didn't want to deal with them all.
A screech interrupts his musings. Curious, Vayu walked towards the forest, head tilted and ears pricked. It seemed... out of place. And searching. He shook his wings out, little whirlwinds forming behind his feathers, and looked around. A little brown figure caught his eye; curious, the pegasus approached the bat, white legs stepping carefully to avoid stirring up too much air. A pace away from the bat he stopped, and huffed gently towards the small creature. Vayu's mood was still less than sparkling, but he pulled a smile onto his face as he looked at the bat, bringing the old cheerful tone into his voice. "Hello, friend. What ails you, I wonder?"