Shura couldn't have begun to guess what was going through Reinhard's mind, and he wasn't about to start trying. He simply stood and waited, as he'd been told to. Annoyed. Cold. Grumpy. He didn't have to understand what it was the other man was doing – hell, he barely understood half the reasons for the things he did. So he really didn't understand what was going on when the elk was allowed to stumble off.
Neither did he say anything either. What was he going to say? It's getting away. That was obvious.
His eyes opened some in surprise when Reinhard picked him up, quite abruptly, but he didn't protest. Not at all. The blanket was lovely, getting off his own damn feet was a godsend, and he nestled as close to the warmth of the one carrying him as he could. This was better. Shura's eyes went from narrowed to damn near closed.
The bloodmage was tired. The walk was draining on him.
He didn't rouse from his half-sleep until he was gently put back on his feet. He slow blinked, trying to take stock of where he was. What was going on. He didn't hear anything, didn't feel the pulse of anyone until the hunter was tossed down in front of him. He'd been so tired and wrapped up in the sound of Reinhard he'd missed it. The simpering sound of a lone soul out in the woods.
Shura looked from the pleading man to Reinhard, then back down. Only once. It wasn't a questioning look, but a little surprised. Then, crouching where he was, Shura simply reached out. The man, mistakenly thinking Shura was offering aid, reached back.
Then screamed. It was brief. Most of the time it was. Shura hummed sweetly as the man's body contorted in unnatural ways, breaking itself as the blood in him was pulled, quite eagerly, to the blood mage. Steaming and hot in the air, cutting through what snow was on the ground, to coil in front of Shura like some sort of slick, black and red worm. The heat from it all leeched into him and he drained the energy from the coiled worm until it turned to brown sludge in front of him.
Only then did Shura rock back and sit on his ass, still wrapped in the blankets, and let out a long, contented sigh. Warm, his aching muscles no longer aching, he smiled a little at Reinhard. "You do spoil me," he murmured lazily, red eyes damn near glowing.