She snorted in derision. A mongrel was a dog. Vampires controlled canines; they weren’t canine themselves. The term simply didn’t apply to them, however apt a name it might be for werewolves. But this<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a party, and the werewolf had a point: there was no reason for them not to have a pleasant chat. She schooled her features as she turned to the man now seated. Tasting the wine, she listened as he spoke about their history. She almost sneered when he mentioned working together…almost.<br/><br/>If anything, vampires would keep werewolves as their attack dogs and pets - not allies. If there<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a war to overthrow the mortal species of the world, the vast majority of their food supply would die. Who, then would they turn to? The wolves? Their blood was to them what drinking sour milk was to a mortal. And if they won without wiping them out, they would have to breed the mortals like animals; that would create a disgusting new regime, although the idea that they were little more than cattle was one that had certainly crossed the minds of both vampires and werewolves alike more than a few times.<br/><br/>Jest or not, she doubted the werewolf before her had that much forethought.<br/><br/>“Break the chains and rise up against the masters?” she said sarcastically. “How bold. Or would it be simple madness?”<br/><br/>She took another sip of her wine, letting the thought hang.