Dyani watched on in silence, her emerald eyes burning bright and clear in the darkness some distance away from the kill. A casual observer would be searching for some sign of emotion in her eyes, in her stance. Anything. There was nothing there at all, no compassion or fear or confusion. If there was anything at all, it was a flickering light that was the cruel predator instinct to enjoy what she was watching because she was an animal from a far older time. The tiny sparkle was something older than most of the trees now surrounding them, one that had hunted thousands of humans with zero regret and torn them to pieces.
Once the vampire had finished with his kill, she stepped towards it slowly, making sure not to move too fast. She knew how tender the instincts were after a kill and she didn't want to startle him into an attack. Several times she had almost slaughtered a harmless forest animal after a human kill because she was so jumpy, so hyped after what she had done. Slowly, she approached the corpse. Corpses with meat were tastier, yes, but this one she only had to track. And she had also gained a tentative ally in the process. Kneeing down in front of the body, she closed her eyes and prayed to the Mother God, the creator of all that the original Native Americans near her home had spoken of and fervently believed in. Then she took one of her knife-sharp nails and carved a slice of skin, holding it and examining it before eating it in one swift bite. She looked up to the vampire, wondering what he was doing while she dined.