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His follower was a wolf, then. The dark form crept forward, eyes locked onto his bright form as he stood in the moonlight. Lestat watched the creature, flat grey eyes drinking in the sight of the other. He was strong, with a coat of darkest coloration, nearly black in this inky night. Could he also be a Shadowhunter? A smirk curled one of his lips as he entertained the thought.

"Greetings," he whispered, his voice low and smooth. Lestat remained still, however, as he spoke, watching the other carefully. Was he friend or foe? He showed himself, so he was not afraid of being seen or recognized. Lestat was likely seen as no threat, a slim wolf standing in the moonlight for all to see. Yet still, he wondered at this wolf's intentions, though he made no move here nor there to reveal his own.