Quick but not hasty. Easy to chase prey somewhere discreet, and to take him down together, two wolves on a deer.

An unremarkable kill if neatly done, heads bowed as they drink. A shared hunt has a way of being a shared something else, where they briefly become two parts of one thing, pulling blood from a failing heart. Lestat comes up first, slicing open his fingers with his nails to close up the wound he'd made. Giving up the majority of the blood to the fledgling, whose hunger will be greater.

Watching Daniel, blood on his mouth, gathered pink between his teeth. Stroking the closing neck wound on their prey. When Daniel comes up next, he might catch Lestat's eye, find himself under the kind of scrutiny he'd been avoiding.

Lestat, moving his still bleeding hand to close this second mark too while the body between them is still in the process of dying.