Lady Mohowauuck protectively put her arm around her progeny, Hunter, as they descended into the underground vampire lair. Mo might be brutal and ruthless in war, but she was ever the nurturing mother to her children. Even the gods among men held affection for their children, those chosen few who would spread their praise throughout the lands. The gods and goddesses always need their praise. 

Lady Mo smiled as they walked, feeling comforted in being surrounded by unmarred earth. Mo had never met this Magnus, but he seemed to be gathering many of the ancients and Oldbloods for this war of his, so Mohowauuck had high hopes for his mission. Mo picked up the scent of a werewolf and titled her head curiously... not many vampires, aside from herself, cared to interact with the wolves. She smiled at the wolf as she passed through the doorway. Although she didn't recognize any of the faces of those present, her out-of-place clothing would make her easy to identify for the one who invited her.

Otherworldly grace and confidence colored her features and voice as she spoke. "I've come to bless you with my aid. It seems that the winds are in your favor." Although her words were bloated with cockiness at the core, the calm and serene way that she spoke them made it clear that she packed quite the punch to match her hubris. Just as she spoke the last words, a gust of wind tore through the chamber, causing candles to flicker and papers to flutter from the table. The right corner of Lady Mo's lips lifted slightly.