Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

He had no ambition or lust for power but it always felt good when others did as he said.

Still with his eyes on the striped wolf, Euron padded forward until his paws were sunk into the blood that had pooled into the snow, and he was overing over the torn jugular and poised to have a taste. His gaze never wavered as he lowered his snout and tentatively lapped at the warm flowing blood.

"Hm," Euron hummed, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he took a few more laps. "It..." he allowed himself a quick glance at the blood before locking eyes with the stranger again. "It tastes like blood."

Euron stepped back and shrugged. It was different because it was warm and not mixed with any other tastes — no fur, no skin, no fat, no meat — it was fine, but the boy did not fully see the appeal. He recalled his successes at hunting mice and recalled that he liked their warm blood, but he also liked the crunch of their bones and their dying squeals too.

"Do you not like chewing? Can you chew?" Euron inquired, tilting his head to the side. He wanted to know why the wolf liked to drink his kills. He felt that he was missing something about this whole experience.

"I like chewing."