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The spurts ebbed, to which Athan groaned in disappointment. As he felt the spray of blood ease off into sluggish trickles, he pulled away. The fur on his muzzle, his lower jaw, his throat and chest were soaked, which flecks of crimson covered his paws and face. The strigoi panted, his mind still wrapped tightly in the haze of lust that drove him next to tear into the woman's - the cadaver's - body, to find what was left of the warm blood before she finally cooled. It was a strong pull to do so, one that contrasted strongly against his sudden hesitation. There was movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned to see a small creature step out from behind a rock. Bane, He began, with little guilt in his voice. There's a child here,