Animal blood tastes vastly different from human blood. Even different species taste different. It's an acquired taste, but it still provides need nourishment none the less. "Any nightwalker proud of what they are knows that food is supposed to be consumed, not worn about." And besides, being covered in the scent of blood could help unwelcome guests find you easier. Or humans with scent tracking dogs, as had happened to her before. She tilts her head in question when Dagger asks about age. "You looks something close to that, yes. I am in my four hundred ninety third year on this earth."<br/><br/>Aleera watches with curiosity as Nyra's ears wiggle a bit. She takes it as the hint to start warming up for a fight. The animal blood was nice but it's nothing to blood that had recently been in blood vessels. Even from another vampire's.  Of course she hears something bigger than a bunch dear moving through the woods. She moves so that she can still she the entrance to the barn but not be seen immediately herself. A smile tugs at her face when the unwelcome vampires burst into flame. Half of them, at least. Well there goes that much of a fight. After their less smart comrades dies, the rest of the attacking vampires hang back. She drops down beside Dagger in the door way. "Now why would you want to talk to one such as me? Let me guess, those idiots who can't wield power worth a damn sent you?" Aleera gives them a predatory smirk, daring them to come across the line. She's hoping she could teach a whole new generation of vampires why Dracula's line reigns supreme.