Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

The boy thought on that for a moment. It did taste different than the mouse. But the boy was missing a whole other element to the experience. He had no notion that killing — and eating — another wolf was bad. He did not know that drinking blood in this manner was perverted. He had never been taught anything different. He had been left to his own devices in a dark forest that harbored all manner of wrong to those outside it, making all that right to him and those within. Later in life he might understand the nuances. For now he did not.

"It does not taste like mouse blood," he agreed, casually side-stepping to inspect the corpse from different angles, and to keep the other wolf at a distance. "So... wolf is being your favorite blood?" He asked. "Does this wolf taste like other wolves?"