Emberwood red wine's broken chalice

The boy intrigued him; he saw a familiarity between him and Mazatl, a suggestiveness and openness carried in their body's gentle sways, their large, begging eyes. It made the strigoi forward and possessive in the way not many prey did. For they would not be tossaways — he needed, wanted, to claim them, possess them entirely.

Tell me — are you familiar with wolves who drink the blood of other wolves? While Mazatl quietly succumbed, he felt from this boy his own kind of dominance that he expressed while under another's power. Perhaps it was experience or simply personality, but somehow he felt that he would know, or at least be more accepting.