Arrow Lake higher vampire

as winterbourne came into sight, stigmata's tail lifted dominantly and then wagged once the proper respect were given - an old fashioned good boy from diaspora's resident general. he bobbed his head in greeting, dropping the rabbit at their collective feet as he did so. he looked the sterling young wolf over, noting that his hips looked fuller and his dirt-penny eyes were no longer sunken. all good signs, but perhaps not enough. "i came to see for myself if you are able to eat," he said, getting right to the point, and leaning down once more to nudge the rabbit forward suggestively. he took a step or two back, and cocked his head. "just a few bites. if you cannot keep it down, you cannot stay." might as well let him know what was at stake, while he was at it.