Moving around with about as much grace as a toddler in a sculpture gallery, Sanguin trundled about the expansive guild hall in search of her mask. With her fixed on the floor and much of her efforts focused on keeping her head from spinning, she didn't display much regard for anyone in her way. Despite this, she managed not to cause too much commotion as she wandered around. As the passed some of her guildmates -who had never happened to see her face before- noticed that she was without her mask and occasionally made an accompanying remark. One sharp-nosed, redheaded girl named Agitha, ventured to comment that the mask suited her better, but Sanguin ignored her. Later, after she'd found her property, she'd pay her back for the slight. Nobody seemed to be in a rush to help her recover the headgear (not even Raghu, though given his condition it was understandable) but that sat just fine with her. Neither Mary nor Chloe nor the angelic young Yukiko distracted her from the task at hand.

About fifty seconds later, Sanguin both felt better and had glimpsed a familiar salmon-and-maroon-colored shape on the floor by Fairy Tail's main entrance. “Finally!” She exclaimed before breaking into a short run to seize her quarry. Just then, a familiar woman about her own age interposed herself in Sanguin's path. Recuperated enough from her earlier brawl to be able to control herself, the Blood Moon Child stopped abruptly. Before the words 'Watch it!' could escape from her lips, Sanguin observed her obstacle's broccoli-green hair, her sunflower pin, and her brilliantly red, form-fitting qipao. [i]Boyce. Oh, joy.[/i]

Sanguin silenced herself and stiffly skirted around the plant wizard. Brought back to reality by the brief encounter, she closed the remaining few feet before stooping to pick up her mask from beside a table leg. With it replaced, the shapeshifter looked out at the world through the eyes of a wolf once more, even in human form. As she straightened it, relying on the impressions its edges had made on her face over the months to restore it to its usual orientation, she caught Mary's question. Turning around partially, Sanguin witnessed her face cast in a ferocious glare for a split second before it melted away. Such an inquiry seemed to Sanguin to be even more nosy and pretentious than usual, especially considering that she was addressing Ben and Zy. While they had never been close, Sanguin could easily recall from experience that Ben was easygoing and childish while Zy struck her as a prankster and an attention-seeker. Neither warranted such an inquisition...did they?

She took a seat at table that her mask had been under to listen.