Buried in the frozen branches of the innumerable trees that surrounded the bunch, a figure lurked in silence.  A hood was drawn over the figure's face, the only visible traces of her visage being ominous, faintly glowing runic markings of pale blue and large, keen eyes of the same shade.  Bangs of her milky ashen colored hair were also visible, but the features of her face were otherwise completely cloaked under a veil of shadow.  Despite the heavy garments she wore in at least two layers of clothing including a coat that matched the aged white shade of her hooded cloak, her gender was very easily distinguishable due to her 'gifted' feminine assets, being very prominently curved in the areas that adorned her with her semi-athletic hourglass build, particularly in the upper portion.  Her eyes were locked unwavering on a male figure, and judging from the harsh, almost robotic contempt in her stare, it could easily be assumed that whatever plans she had for the man wouldn't be particularly beneficial for his health.<br/><br/>Her gloves scraped silently across the frozen bark of the tree she was roosted in as she flung herself away from it only to find another perch in another tree diagonally across from her former position.  Her pursuit continued in this manner, she keeping a steady hand over the kama sheathed at her hip as she moved from tree to tree, and of course she made nary a sound.  When the man met with other mutants, her eyes narrowed and she dropped like a specter from the branches, landing behind the tree and out of their line of sight.  She brought her back against the bark and her cheek against the unforgiving 'flesh' of the natural tower, getting just enough of a view to see the others communing on the other side.  Her eyes shifted back and forth over the three beings, never blinking, as though searching for the absolute perfect opportunity to strike.