So even further confusing her, the prey cut itself, as if it wanted to attract the creature MORE, and there was a growl in her throat, the hunger for blood permeating her senses.

For a moment, anyway. Once the smell of her blood hit her nose, she reeled back in distaste. Even before seeing the acid blood, she could smell something very wrong with this blood. The creature could not make the distinction between regular prey's blood and the Vile Bloods, at least not until blood was spilled, and Vira had made it much easier to quell any bloodlust the creature had for her.

She seemed to slink away, losing interest in their fight now, starting to turn from Vira.