Qeya River like blood to a vampire

Niall meandered along the rocky river bank, occasionally swerving closer to the rapids to to hang his neck over the water. He tested to see how strong the river current was, gauging its strength by the amount of liquid that licked and sprayed at his chiselled chin. The river was much too violent to take a dip in, and so the wolf continued moving, traipsing further along the snaking river in search of calmer waters to bathe in. 

Just as he bent over to test the waters again, did a voice call out to him. The name cried for their lips was not one familiar to him and so he quickly assumed it was a case of mistaken identity. Still, he did not move from his position, instead he merely lifted his head so that he could inspect the female that was now racing towards him. 

She was darker than him in her pelt, fur of black and brown with a pale chest and undersides. Her eyes, he came to learn, were a deep saphire blue, which stared at him with a widened gaze as she lingered before him awkwardly. Pale brows furrowed into a frown as the female apologised to him. Niall licked his lips, tasting the elk blood that still remained stained into his fur, before he reclined onto his haunches. "I'm sorry to disappoint you." Niall drawled, not really sorry at all, but he wanted her to like him enough to give him the information he desired in that moment. 

"Do you know of a calmer part of the river I could visit?" He asked, quickly dismissing her case of mistaken identity. "I am in need of a bath." He added, his sharp silver eyes narrowing on the female as he licked his charcoal lips once more.