Qeya River like blood to a vampire

This dirty, stinky wolf needs a bath :p

Blood still clung to his fur. Despite his best efforts, the male had so far been unable to lick all of the crimson, metallic-tasting liquid from his coat. Niall had spent the last three days feasting, gorging himself on the remains of the elk doe he had taken down in the heart of the valley. Now though, it was time that he get himself properly cleaned up. 

Salmon-pink tongue swept ravenously across his blood-stained charcoal lips, his mouth watering at the iron-tang they still possesed. It had been a long time since he had last devoured such a heavy meal, and now he physically felt heavier with the weight of meat he had consumed. Despite his slightly bulging belly, the male appeared confident and unashamed as he sauntered boldly through the valley of bitterroot blossoms, startling the wildlife as he went. He no longer cared for the prey that bolted away from his honeyed form, his hunger having been satieted for the time being. 

The only scent that Niall was on the trail of now was that of fresh water. He had caught wiff of damp ground to the west of were he'd taken down the elk, and so to the west he wandered, following his nose until his ears alerted him to the sound of rapidly moving water — Qeya river. Now he stalked along its rocky banks, moving slowly as he took care not to slip on the wet boulders which contained the violent, frothing rapids.