Vayko was just waiting for his cousin to confront him. Yes, he had run from the situation, but really what should Viorel have expected? He loved his cousin dearly, but he did not agree with all of his actions just as he had not agreed with the way that Modesto had chosen to address the situation and her hurt feelings. They could joke about it, but there was some part of Vayko that was mad for the events of last breeding season. That did not change the fact that the woman who had spoken to Vi had for all intents and purposes raised him and guided him. Asking him to stand up for one of them was like asking him to choose in Vayko’s mind, and he refused to do that regardless of what harsh words had been thrown around.
Still, Vayko was avoiding the situation. He found that while he quite enjoyed conflict, he did not enjoy being involved in said conflict so he had been on convenient hunting or scouting ventures. Up late and out early… but it couldn’t go on forever. The exhaustion was starting to wear at him. He made his way towards a den near the pack den, tucking away inside hoping for peace as he laid his head on his paws and tried to get some rest.