Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

He took to the northern border this time in search of new grisly things (not that these things were grisly to him). But his mind drifted to the rotted head from his last excursion, and of all the excitement that soon followed. For a moment he glanced easterly, ears twitching as he considered making another go at dragging that head back, but with a brief frown he decided against that. The head was too heavy. He wanted something easier.

Sneaking and sniffing along the borders, Euron was soon distracted by movement at the edge of a distinctly smooth and flat sprawl of land. He had never seen the lake before it froze and became snow covered itself. Disinterested in another wolf, the pup was about to resume his search when yet another wolf appeared and rushed the first.

Now this was interesting.

He leaned forward as he watched, such was the intensity of his attention on this spectacle. Northerly winds, cold and biting, brought him the metallic scent of fresh blood. His nose tipped upward and swept side to side trying to collect all he could of that smell. Euron wanted to be closer, and with a contemplative hum he surveyed what lay between him and the scene.

Not much.

Fearless and overwhelmingly curious, he did his best to sneak his way closer anyway, keeping his body low and zigzagging between what little brush and timber there was. He was well aware that he stood out like a sore thumb against the uninterrupted white of snow, but he banked on the other wolf being too distracted to notice him.