Verdant Basin my feet shall run because of you

For now, it seemed, he was of more interest than the deer. Two thirds of the trip strode towards him, their noses sniffing at his fur inquisitively. While his head was turned away, the closest eye to her swiveled towards her, locking the lead woman in a cruel gaze. Why was she so interested in him? He was nothing compared to the prize ahead. A momentary through stiffened him. Did she know what he was? What his initial intent was? It was a brief jolt, but it lingered, setting the strigoi on edge for but a moment. 

His quarry departed, Athan was left clustered by this trio, a position he despised. He pulled away from the woman, snorting dismissively, trying to be free of their presence as soon as possible.