Compared to the Lady Mohowauuck, the slim figure at her side was meek and unassuming. Hunter's dark eyes flickered around curiously as she followed her sire. She had asked once already where they were going, though the answer had been vague--perhaps Mo was uncertain herself. Not that anything about the woman said "uncertain." Besides, since then, other worries had crept into the young vampire's head and she was already concerned with getting to work on time tomorrow. Unlike the vampires that would be at this meeting, Hunter still saw herself very immersed in mortal life. She wasn't prepared for the very rude awakening about to come.