Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Despite how entertaining Abraxas' ears could be, Keelut's attention was once again drawn away by something else. It was the deep sound of the old man's voice towards which his ears swiveled, followed by his blue eyes that sought his shadowy form. The story trapped him, the mention of blood pulled him closer, and he settled just a step beyond his slate-furred brother just to get a better audio. He did not blink, he almost did not breathe, for his whole world had become that tale for a moment. Vampires, he'd seen them, and if he'd seen them that meant they were real.