Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

It had been a long time since he had met another of his kind, but the strigoi knew that this wolf was not one, despite his hungry silver eyes. He was merely a starving wolf brought to the brink of taboo, of cannibalism. Rationale finally reached his mind with Athan's presence, but the strigoi did not easily forgive the charge. He kept between the pale wolf and his băiat constantly, his eyes still hard as stone. 

I suggest you give up your pursuit of him, He snarled levelly, noting his continued stolen glances towards Mazatl. He is mine.