Shadow Mountain vampires will never hurt you

He was joined, eventually, by a woman of his own pelt, except littered in scars; he thought of Mae at the sight of her, and his stomach clenched at the memory.

But she was older, more self-assured, and he watched as she drank, taking a few laps of his own tongue before speaking again.

Thirsty? Hex asked rhetorically, then added, There are many streams like this here. The mountain is full of water.

Or so he assumed, that the water came from within.

He cleaned his muzzle, standing impassively, waiting for her to reply.