Lady Mo stepped off of the plane with Magnus, thankful to feel the Earth beneath her bare feet once more. It was surprising that she was able to keep her composure, as the plane ride had made her more than uneasy. In the very few times that Mohowauuck had attended such meetings, he had always flown over the waters in her eagle form, taking rest stops in northern countries and continents to feed. But those times, she had notice months ahead of time. In times of war, drastic measures must sometimes be taken.

Castle Carfax was about as stuffy and aloof as Bedivere himself, but Lady Mo didn't seem to mind it too much. She took her seat and nodded politely at Bedi's welcome. Mithias was the first to be asked to speak, and he inevitably mentioned the werewolf presence. When another oldblood called for no speculations, Mo took it upon herself to clear the air. 

"The wolves were mine, I was there, so they were there." At the sound of her voice, nearly every eye in the room turned on her. Some were filled with mild disinterest, others curious, and at least half of them clouded with hatred and disgust. It was no secret that werewolves and vampires often stood as mortal enemies. Lady Mo was seen as an outcast and a mongrel among her peers, but none dared to openly state their disgust, as she was far older than most of them.

Before anymore could be said of the matter, a dark presence manifested among them. The shadows built up into a slender vampiress with enough intimidation to nearly make the turn-cloak vampire at the stand wet himself. Lady Mohowauuck cracked a bit of a smile, perhaps this meeting would turn out to be quite the interesting gathering after all. Mo wondered who this vampiress must be, judging from her aura, she was almost as old as Mo herself.