As he looked down at the unmoving man beneath him, Adal withdrew his hand from his too-cold cheek. Gently, he traced it down to his neck, questing for the large veins there. He swiftly found it...and then waited, with bated breath. He waited to discover if he had in fact committed murder. The seconds seemed like hours as they dragged on...then a sigh of relief. A pulse. However faint. The lad would live. He was sure enough of that now. With infinite care, so at odds with the feeding he had just partaken in, the vampire gently scooped the human male up.<br/><br/>Taking the unfortunate within his arms, carrying him as a man would a bride, Adal headed deeper into those dark catacombs. He scarcely acknowledged the now queerly passive....even...respectful...wolves that awaited him the corridors. The wolves, for their part, simply watched him go by. Some laying down and baring their bellies to him, as a faithful hound would for his master. Deeper and deeper Adal went, towards a certain point within the catacombs. An altar....on that smelled faintly of smoke. This was where the human had camped, or at least, settled. Of that he was sure.<br/><br/>Gently, he laid the man out atop the altar. Then he busied himself with the traveler's supplies-he would be hungry. He would need his strength....and he would need to see. So the vampire set to work. Lighting a torch, as much as he could, and cataloging the food the man had brought. He would, ideally, like to have a meal waiting for him.<br/><br/><i>Hmm...</i><br/><br/>Honey and bread. He could do something with that.<br/><br/>So he worked, and then, he waited.