[He's a light sleeper for multiple reasons. The first being his military background. Some habits, such as 4am wakeup calls were impossible to break. But the second is what he is now. A wolf, by its very nature, is a creature that sleeps lightly- sleeps often, and always has one eye open, so to speak.

So as soon as he feels the press of Nier's lips on his forehead, his eyes open- bright, chemical blue dimly refracting back what little light the moon affords them, and absolutely ruining any allusion to any form of delicateness his features might have provided otherwise.

He's shoved, and he freely, if a little sluggishly, moves toward him, lifting his head to press the side of his face against an ice-cold shoulder. And as his tail starts up... (damn it.)]

Yeah. We're pretty low on a lot of things.

[Organmeats. Skin. Flesh. Even bones. But most of all, blood.]

If we leave it another night and have a bad hunt tomorrow, might have to blend what we've got together.

[A hail mary at best. And not a great idea. A mish-mash of remaining organs in a blender does not constitute blood of a decent quality for a hungry vampire.

Howver pertinent that fact, He can't help but press his head a little further in to the chill of Nier's skin. And perhaps a little more lazily than he'd like... ]

...We going?