It was an unicorn this time, if you must know. That was besides the matter; don't worry about it. He left her where she'd wake up, safe and sound, and only took what blood he needed. Although the surprising taste of peppermint was… No, no, don't worry about it. It was fine. As soon as he could get away with it, he'd go right back to animal blood again. She was already asleep and shouldn't remember a thing, a nightmare at most. It’d be fine. He swore that the next time he found a farm that reared pigs, he'd try his luck with one. Honest.