You stroll up Elgin Street, passing beside benches and well-tended trees as you take in the sights and sounds of the park. It's been years since you've spent time hunting here and it feels good to be back. Comforting somehow. One of the few memories of your first month as a vampire not shrouded by fog is of Corliss taking you here for your first hunt. To say it was exhilarating would be an understatement, and it left an imprint on your undead psyche that bursts up like a weed as you soak in your surroundings.
You walk through the main entrance and pass by the central fountain. It's quiet during these chill winter months, but when you stalked your first mortal, it had been bubbling and splashing away just loud enough to muffle the struggle as you dragged the unwilling man into the northwest corner of the park and fed ravenously behind a row of empty benches. If Corliss hadn't been present to stop you from draining him dry, the night might have ended with a very different exercise, but fortunately—both for you and your victim—body disposal was a lesson to be learned at a later date.
One of the most attractive things about Confederation Park as a feeding ground is its location central to the most notable Kindred locations in Ottawa—an easy walk from Parliament Hill and the luxurious offices and living spaces enjoyed by the native vampiric population. Feeding here is limited to the upper classes—Primogen and their immediate childer, friends of the Prince and Seneschal, and so forth. As most of these Kindred are typically interested in stalking a finer breed of meat, the park goes largely unharvested—a boon to you, as the local population has no reason to raise their guard. A field of unconcerned sheep leaves the wolf with easy pickings, after all.