Perhaps Maximus had discounted the value of violence.

Khavur had taken a different path... he had not wanted to go home just yet. West of Ursa, the other way the Sentinel had described, was a place of light and sea. Khavur could now understand the description. If it recalled correctly, Master Vargas had also cited this place as an arena for flight practice. Flight practice...

Brawling with others who could match Khavur's skills, who it didn't have to be afraid of stepping on like little insects, had been more cathartic than the Reaver could have predicted. It felt the briefest surge of anger towards the zoisite and the labradorite for having their weaknesses, but this was quickly diffused. Maximus had not been wrong about that: they could not be made subject to catastrophes that would sooner destroy them than help them grow.

Perhaps Khavur needed both to let others grow after a test and still have the violence it craved. Perhaps Khavur could have its cake and eat it, too. ...Perhaps Khavur just needed to vent and train.

Flight practice...

Suddenly, from the massive body of water that seemed to blanket a good portion of Leo emerged a winged being with fish in its claws! Khavur watched, initially awestruck, before immediately seeing an opportunity. Khavur itself took to the skies, speeding along after the being... although, against the rocks they were difficult to spot. Who had that been? What was that hunting technique?! Khavur was immediately intrigued.

The beast, ill equipped for social endeavors, did not think to call after its target, so now it was just chasing down this random creature in a foreign environment. Unwise.