Mokuren had woken early as she always did - sleep didn't like her, and the feeling was mutual - and was simply milling around. She had showered, and gotten dressed, picked up her sword and wandered, tail swishing behind her from habit of not really caring what it did. Maybe one day she would, but not to day.
On the topic of what she was going to do, there was nothing in her mind right now. Maybe she should train, become stronger, quicker, faster. But a much larger thought was why Grimm dissolved. It was like their blood was made of acid, and reacted with being stabbed. But then, why did they dissolve when being shot? It was an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a cardigan, and tormented the poor fox girl so much that she was stopped dead by a certain scent that invaded her nose. It was a new scent, a nice scent. A Good Scent. Mokuren shuddered at the sudden onslaught of this new smell. There was something so strange about it, something she hadn't felt in such a long time, but  by a different name, a different flavour. She felt every hair stand on end, and her feet moved before she even knew what they where doing.

These feet led her to the gym, with little subtly to her movements before she managed to regain control of them, and stare at the people in front of her. Her eyes quickly honed in on their target however, and it would be quite obvious who she was staring at, but she just could not help it. She was frozen with some new feeling that she could barely comprehend, and so stood like a gormless, sword wielding fox-faunus in the middle of the gym.