Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

He was spotted quicker than he had hoped. The boy crinkled his nose and and chewed his lip. He blamed the wind for shifting and giving him away, whether or not that was the truth. Euron was simply not in the mood for accepting that he was not yet the master stalker he saw himself as.

"Do you want a taste?"

Euron narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had learned that wolves beyond the border were not always so friendly. But he was a fearless sort and worse, he liked how pleasurable fear was, and he had been fascinated by what the wolf was doing.

"Why not just be eating him?" He inquires as he takes a step forward to more closely inspect the gore of so much blood. Euron knew from his first adventure to the borders that wolves were no different from any other prey; composed of flesh that one could eat.