Lets get messy

Sephiran hadn't expected the woman to smile in the face of his aggression, as if she weren’t afraid of what was to come. She claimed her blood was old and tasteless, and that he wouldn’t want it for his study. He noted the way her neck arched, bringing it close to her throat to protect the vital structures there. Trachea, carotid arteries, jugular veins. All pieces of anatomy that if penetrated, could kill a creature with ease. Her actions revealed that she may be seasoned in the art of battle… not that it mattered to Sephiran, who would pursue a battle no matter who the opponent was.

He went to take a step forward, ready to retort with an explanation of his own. He didn’t care if her blood was spoiled; his intentions were never to perform a taste test. He simply needed both venous and arterial blood, so he could test the patency of the apparatus. Muscles tensed, tail raising above his hips to take on a more aggressive stance. But just as he was about to impulsively lunge forward, the woman offered him a deal.

She could find him someone younger, around his age. “Oh?” He crooned, The concept causing him to freeze. His tail lowered slightly to align with his spine as he thought it over. The make-shift bandage was meant to be used on himself, so it made sense to test it on someone closer to his age. The composition of their blood was surely different than the old woman's… and so, Sephiran entertained her offering. "Then take me to them." As she turned away from him, dashing off into the distance in pursuit of another wolf, the Saxe boy raced after her. He fell in stride beside her, keeping her within his proximity. He wanted to keep her close enough to assault her should she be trying to deceive him.

"Speech"