"If it's too much for the young pup, I can take his place," Savis offered with a bloodthirsty grin. "Tausau can come with me so your lady-in-waiting can stay at your side," he added with a glance at Heila that held a significant amount of respect. He'd seen what she was capable of during her battle in the arena against the Cauldron of Flame and he'd learned that night to never underestimate the powers of a witch, even one as petite and young as Lady Heila.
Since coming to the Vale of Mists, Savis had abided by the customs of the Vale and he'd only fed on people who made willing offerings. The trust that Lady Nyrielle's people placed in vampires when they fed was astounding, but after the first time tasting the sweet, subtle flavors of blood given as a gift, the novelty had quickly worn off.
Savis, like all descendants of the Jaws of Death, lived for the hunt and his fangs longed to spill blood laced with the intoxicating flavor of fear.
