Faylyn exited the one of the rooms at the west hall, not being needed by any other the gathered groups. She made her way into the hallway and noticed a man making his way down the hallway, his presence lacking the one of a werewolf. She made out his face and her heart jumped suddenly, realizing the werewolf hunter from earlier that day. She walked towards him, his head turned as he looked behind him, "Well hello again. I didn't realize you would be one of our guests this evening" She said to him slyly, smiling as he turned his head. He stopped, his body only a half a meter away. He narrowed his green eyes at her, suspicion hinting at his stature; though as quick as he did it, it quickly disappeared, seeming occupied once more, though she continued, "I don't believe I got your name" she said, "I'm Faylyn by the way" She slowly extended her hand to him, though his thoughts seemed elsewhere; his eyes darted around the room, no worry, though with unusual interest. She cocked her head to the side and made a small sound that alerted him.<span style="font-style: italic">Well finally..</span>she thought, almost rolling her eyes. He brought his hand to hers, "Alistair Gray" He mumbled before drawing his hand away. She rubbed her arm, almost offended, "...Okay then." She perked up, "Would you like to join the rest of the party?" She questioned. She began walking, not looking for his reply. She heard his faint footsteps fall behind her as she led him towards the back, the crowd growing as they walked. She brought him outside, the music at the perfect level, the werewolves talking amoungst themselves.<span style="font-style: italic">It's a good thing we put on quite a show...and thoroughly enjoy parties</span>she thought as they stopped. She watched Alistair, his demeanor had settled, though he continued to seem uneasy as they stood. She felt awkward, he thoughts confused on his reaction to her presence; uninterested; though she reminded herself they were wolves and he must have some suspicion, though she was unsure. She was glad to see no one paid them any mind; though she was sure they knew Alistair was not one of them, even if they were well enough not to show it. She moved closer, "Did you want to dance...get a drink?" She asked near him, keeping her voice husky in his ear. He seemed unfocused, his eyes not on her. He looked at her, almost looking through her and moving away, "I'm going...I'm going to go" He said quietly as he left away from her. His voice was deep, unfrightened and she followed after him, watching him as he left out of the door. She stood near the door, not hearing his footsteps to leave, though her footsteps behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder. The recognition of his voice was immediate, "He needs to be eliminated" Gideon spoke. She sighed internally, "Got it" she clarified before making her way outside.<br/><br/>She didn't notice Alistair at first, so she made her way down the lawn, positive he hadn't made it far; having not heard the sound of an engine. She found him near a bush, pulling out a large bike hidden away from unknowing eyes, "So I guess you really weren't invited" She called out playfully as she neared him. He turned his head towards her, his eyes slightly narrowing before he continued. She huffed, annoyed. She stood near him, holding her arm, "Do you mind if I come with? This party is becoming kind of dismal...I have my own bike"<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://cdn.indulgy.com/uA/bD/QC/99219998010555975aiuyDhWWc.jpg">Outfit</a>