Peering at Rose out of the corner of his eye, Montrell gave a nod of understanding once she was done speaking. “Well,” he snorted once he was done chewing on the berry in his mouth, “you sure as hell aren’t getting any of<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>blood.” That much was probably obvious, but he felt the need to throw it out there anyway. Far too many things wandered this place looking for a taste of blood from any animal which was why he was always keeping his guard up. No matter where he went in this place, eyes were upon him. The fur on his back felt like it was standing on end and his ears picked up the smallest of sounds. Even a bird chirping could mean that danger was nearby, same with a flock of birds suddenly stirring. Birds were interesting creatures, calm yet very finicky and become agitated very easily if something was amiss.<br/><br/>“If you want some blood, I guess we’ll just have to find some. There’s plenty of it around.” He shrugged and made a gesture towards the river. There were fish, fish had blood, right? Going out to hunt was not something he wanted to do at all. The rat was much more comfortable just sitting around, eating, and then leaving this place. On the other hand he was all for keeping moving.<br/><br/>Montrell took a quick look around. Deciding it was safe enough, he allowed himself to take a much needed drink from the river. All of this adventuring had him parched. The water was crisp, cool, oddly untainted and soothing compared to the rest of this place. It certainly was not something one would expect given the dark aura in the air. To be honest, Montrell had almost expected to be grabbed and dragged under the water by some water creature looking for a quick bite to eat as well. Those were not uncommon. A keen sense of hearing could usually pick up any sounds they might make underwater while they waited. As they could sit still for days on end until a meal came, it was usually only their breathing that could be heard, or if someone had damn good eyesight, the latter of which the rat did not have. It was quite terrifying.<br/><br/>“We shou…” The rat suddenly became very still as a noise came not from the lake, but from the bushes nearby, his attention completely upon them, his sentence remained unfinished. A low growl sounded as light footsteps neared the lake. He wrinkled his nose from the scent that followed. It was something that he recognized immediately, the scent of a common yet feared predator, causing his entire body to tense up and freeze. “Shit…” He crouched low, curling his lips to reveal his razor sharp teeth as the much larger predator drew near. His heart was pounding, his breathing was heavy, and he was shivering from head to toe, as he remained completely still hoping the beast would pass by them without an issue. He thought he was going to jump right out of his skin. But the beast remained. He knew it could smell his fear.<br/><br/>Then, it finally showed itself. A large grey wolf with gold eyes, ears battle scarred, slowly made his way toward the water for a drink.