Qeya River like blood to a vampire

The other male is absolutely covered in blood. Not wolf blood, thankfully, by the smell of it, but she wonders if he had snuggled himself inside a carcass for there to be so much. She chuckles at his request. 
"I can see that. You are either a particularly messy eater, or make a habit of Rolling in your kills..." Her expression showed her amusement and distaste, but she continues. 
"This way. Further down river. There's a stream, but my pack owns it...and Artyom wouldn't want me just walking you in. So...this way." 
She marched determindly forward, leading him through the tundra and scrublands, and after a few hours walk they came to a quieter, calmer piece of the river, made moreso by a large pool cut off from the main flow by a few large boulders. 
"I'm Aphrodite. And you are?"