The Ballad of Min Libitino
"Vladstin hasn't gone back here for a while, where could he be?" Leron asked Sangfroid worriedly.
"Like I said, Your Highness. You need not to worry. He will come back soon, I told him to come back before nighttime." Sangfroid led the wolves in the canopy of thick trees with the army of corpses following closely behind.
He fed his favorite undead wolf, Sangfron, the bird where they plucked the feather from. Despite being dead, it is still a vampire wolf after all, and needed sustenance. The wolf took the bird in its mouth and sucked all the blood he needed then spat out the bones and meat and all the useless things into one big mess full of drool.
It was disgusting, but Sangfroid never showed any repulsion for it. He merely patted the wolf's back. "Good boy."