Cedar Sweep I Want Your Bite

At his little tantrum, Nyra snorted softly with amusement, the gleam in her eyes making it all the more apparent as he puffed out his feathers. 

Two can play at that game. 

"If the pawprint left matches yours, darling." Nyra responded with equal mocking in her voice. A wolf version of "If the shoe fits"

"You can drink all the blood you want, but inside that pretty little head of yours, I think even you are smart enough to know that your fixation alone isn't what keeps you from dropping dead." She sat, watching him, mirroring him in his Drama Queen display in every way, plus a bunch, due to being female.
"Unless I'm wrong, dearie, and you think yourself special just because you're addicted to the taste of blood." 
This could go badly in a number of ways. Nyra just felt like being a petty bitch instead of walking away.