#Wyll finding no fault in anyone but himself and Astarion snapping him out of it with his no-nonsense ways

[liltaventures]

Pretty Little Fangs

For @astaricn

For such a decently sized group Quillen thought he would have an easier time slipping away to feed. However, nothing was ever easy and the dhampir was stuck mingling amongst the group of companions as he waited to be able to find something to eat. All of a sudden a rather excited Scratch came barreling into camp, his fur covered in mud, both wet and dry, as well as leaves and what appeared to be blood or berry juice. Before the white hound could run through their belongings any further Wyll, Gale, and Karlach tried their best to round him up and get him down by the river for a bath. Shadowheart looked towards where Quillen had been standing only to sigh when she realized that the rogue had managed to slip away. The dhampir moved through the woods behind their camp silently taking in the cool breeze and the scent of sweet blood that came with it. He slowly crouched down and focused on the different animals he could smell in the wooded area. Fox, rabbit, deer, bear, and boar were nearby and for once the dhampir had a nice selection to pick through. Red eyes shot to his right and he hummed softly. "It seems luck is on my side today." He mused.

With quiet careful footsteps, Quillen made his way to a group of rabbits that had been grazing on some tall grass. With one swift motion, he grabbed one and watched the rest scatter. The dhampir sunk his fangs into the white and gray fur, a soft hum emitting from his throat as he fed on the small creature's lifeblood. As the rogue fed himself the camp was still recovering from Scratch's messy mishap. Shadowheart and Lae'zel, for once, worked together to gather what had been dirtied. They went to the river together where they got right to work washing everything that had been covered in mud. Gale and Wyll dried off the pup while Karlach helped keep him warm with the heat that radiated off of her. Quillen had begun to make his way back to camp, holding the rabbit in one hand as he drained it dry. By the time he neared the main path the small creature was nothing more than a furry husk and the dhampir was happy and satisfied. He chucked the dead rabbit into some brush to the side of the path before making sure that his bandana was on right before entering the campsite and slinking over to his tent. The half-elf sunk down on a cushion outside of his accommodations and basked in the sun. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander a bit, thoughts of the journey ahead, getting back to the city, and the joys of traveling filling his head. However, he would be pulled from his thoughts to the sound of Shadowheart screaming and growling out a rather angry "Astarion!" Quillen's eyes shot open and he looked over to the direction of the pale elf's tent where a rather angry Shadowheart could be seen dumping a bundled dead something at his feet before putting her hands on her hips and huffing. The rogue quickly got to his feet and made his way over to the two just as Shadowheart began to go off. "How many times have I told you! Dispose of your food where Scratch can't get to it!" The woman snapped. "Ugh, that dog left your little snack on my clean clothes! Gods!" Quillen peered down and noticed that the rabbit in question was the one that he had fed on just minutes ago and his eyes widened. 'Shit...I shouldn't have been so careless." The dhampir sat with himself for a moment. He hadn't revealed his own affliction yet but at this point, it wouldn't hurt to come clean. After all, Astarion had come forward a while ago. After mulling over whether or not to reveal his dhampirism the half-elf decided that telling the truth now would be better than waiting any longer to do so. And so with a soft sigh, the rogue turned to Shadowheart and swallowed thickly. "Hey now, if you are going to yell at anyone at least yell at the right person." He said. "That." He gestured to the dead rabbit. "Was mine and it is my fault that Scratch found it. I'll take it somewhere far from here so he can't get to it. Apologies." Shadowheart looked at him, her face filled with confusion. "I don't even know what to say to that. Look, I don't care whose rabbit this was just clean up after yourselves better." She said and turned away from the two men before storming off to her tent to reclean her clothing. Quillen sighed softly. "Well, it looks like I won't be needing this anymore." He said and slipped the bandana down to his neck. A soft pale tan face came into full view adorned with plump lips, beauty spots, and a soft but strong jawline. The dhampir smiled bashfully at Astarion and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that. You shouldn't have had to get scolded for my mistake." He said softly. As he spoke two sets of long sharp fangs could be seen peaking out from his lips. The half-elf bent down and tied the dead rabbit back up, this time he hurled it far away into the woods. The sound of the rabbit hitting the grass from far away lets the rogue know that there shouldn't be a problem with their furry four-legged friend finding it again. Quillen turned to look at Astarion. "Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?" He asked. "Anything at all?"