King Elk Forest Wide Awake

He led him through the land, settling no where, constantly moving through the thick snow and freezing cold. Movements was the only thing that would keep them alive, keep their blood running through their bodies.

His fangs frequented @Mazatl 's often, drawing from him briefly. He tried to recompense with food, but as the chill took its hold, it was harder and harder to do so. He could not do this do frequently, especially not now. He left the boy in the intensifying blizzard hoping that he would quickly find something in the woods for the both of them.

It came in the form of a woman, whose painful yelp caught his attention. Athansius stalked towards her, eyes widening with interest at the blood drops before her paw. The strigoi licked his lips, striding forward now without a moment's pause. Her glance upwards did little to stop him, only inciting him to pounce forward at her, intent on clasping any part of her body in his jaws and dragging her down.