Silverlight Terrace Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood.

Atlantis dares to take a step forward. Her lack of movement makes him feel confident enough she isn’t going to spring upon him. He’s garnered enough attention she’s willing to hear him out and already considering it.
 
“I want something to eat,” he says, licking his lips. “No rabbit or bird or anything like that. Something big,” he explains. Something he needs but can’t acquire on his own and without a pack, he doesn’t have the ability to bring down a deer on her own. A cougar can. A cougar and a wolf definitely could.  Maybe the wound won’t be that big of a deal but she’s concerned enough, hesitating any further steps until he sees what else he’s managed to enlighten her with.