The Undertaker lurked in the shadows, Vampire class skills allowing him to navigate silently around the battle taking place. Not that he didn't normally lurk; he was just more efficient now.

He crept around to the bleeding wolf and finally revealed himself. Instead of attacking, though, he reached out as if to pet the beast. He ran his fingers through the blood, barely managing to avoid snapping jaws as he withdrew. He brought the bloody fingers to his lips and ran a tongue through the red warmth.

"For a Mas~ter Hunter, you don't cut very deep," he observed with a chuckle.