Qeya River like blood to a vampire

Niall's brow quirked at the female's comment. "I just don't like to waste anything." He corrected her, before giving another lick of his muzzle. He had worked hard for the meal and so he had made sure not to waste anything when devouring it. He had not wished to leave any picking for the scavanging ravens and coyotes. 

The honeyed male's ears pricked up when the female pointed him in the direction of calmer water. He was not surprised to learn that she was part of a pack, he had thought her scent had smelt faguely familiar to him, though he had been unable to place it immediately. Still, pack wolf or not, if she was willing to be helpful he didn't care where she chose to reside — she could live under a prickly bush for all he cared. 

When he had decided to follow after her, he wasn't aware that their journey would be so long. He had wanted to question how long it would take, but he had held back his tongue and decided to see just where she would end up taking him. He had nothing better to do today anyway and the female could at least provide him with some company and entertainment for the time being. Eventually, after following her through the scrublands, she led him to a large pool of still water, fed into by the same river he had found her by. 

Immediately Niall quickened his pace and brushed past the female, not caring to pause as she introduced herself. "Grateful for your service." He responded coldly, between mouthfuls of cold water. He did not bother to look up to her before stepping forwards and letting the water rise up to his neck.