Deepwood Weald feel loneliness as a predator

The coyote, and soon it is out of the strigoi's sight, but it had long been out of his worry. The fresh blood that eminated from the corpse was enough to keep his attention. Though the pulse had long since gone, there was enough of it — the stench drifting in the air — to keep his mind in a trance. The longer he stayed in the carcass' presence, the more lost he was. Slowly, with subtle telltale changes, his expression went from neutral to longing, yearning, for too many things at once, but most of all: the blood. He remembers the first time he experienced it — the foggy grasp of something not quite hunger, not quite lust, but some different category that set his fur on fire and dashed away all judgement. It had not occurred when he was fed as a child with scraps and vomited chunks of flesh. His first experience with blood was when, as a adolesence, he followed the pack during a hunt. The moose — or deer or elk, it had been some large proud creature — was not yet dead, staring defiantly at the wolves surrounding it, even as crimson marred its pelt, dripping from its neck and shoulders into a pile. He had remembered an urge to run to the puddle and bathe in it and lick from his damp pelt, but before he could surge forward some caretaker stopped him, chided him. 

This time was similar to the first, except there was only one wolf instead of a pack blocking him from perfoming his urges. The man was lathered in the liquid, red staining his mouth and teeth in an enticingly delicious way that made his knees weak, though he stood as firm as he could. It was the contrast, he supposed. Athanasius had always loved the way the crimson color of blood was accentuated by pale colors, and the way that the aphrodisatic liquid looked on the man's pale sand-and-cream fur made him, for lack of a better word, swoon. 

Words slipped from the predator's mouth, and Athan blinked once, then twice, before letting out a soft breathing Hah, It was both a laugh and a release of the pent up energy within him. I suppose you should be,