[Rip seemed crestfallen as he said there were no others. She had hoped... Oh well with a deep breath she was over it.]

Zhat iz okay.

[She couldn't help but pout at his next words.]

Zhen you are luckier zhan I. I am forced to drink zhe mockery of delicious blood or to eat zhe animals I hunt to feed mein pet yondare. I vould love to be able to hunt, to leave a vake of carnage az I fed on zhose zhat vould fall to mein hands.