Raven's Watch Like a jail cell, a penitentiary

There was a familiar spurt of blood, the smaller size of the canid allowing him to grip his entire jaw around the pulsing artery. His eyes were half open in ecstasy, rolled back into his head as a low groan left his throat. His hind feet stamp as a warmth fills his groin, fueled by the blood raging into his body. The flood ebbs, letting Athan take a moment to breath, his jaw and neck coated in red. He pants, tongue dripping pink saliva as he looks around, eyes eventually focusing on the boy. There is a brief pang of guilt before it melts away. What are you doing here alone? He asks smoothly, as if the atrocity never happened. Has Bane wandered off once more?