As she dawdled along, gazing up at the tapestries that actually quite disgusted her with their fancy needlework and pointless images upon the surface, her attention was withdrawn from looking at them when footsteps and the scent of fresh meat approached her senses. Turning her head to look at the man who called himself her partner, her Hunter, came forward, seeing the plate within his hand, and the scarlet stained cloth that set upon the meat she was soon to enjoy, she couldn't help but feel a little tinge of annoyance. She knew that he hated her ways, that he could barely stand being around her when they were on missions, but that was just who she was. How she was. Why couldn't he just learn to accept that and not be disgusted by it? Wasn't it normal for Dominants and Submissives to get along, to dwell with each other, rather than nearly always be scratching and clawing at each others backs, both almost close to just snapping and tearing out the others neck? Though, if she thought about it, she didn't want to be like all the rest. She wanted to be different. And she would always want that.<br/><br/>Accepting the plate as it was handed to her, she stared daggers towards the male as he turned around and walked away, her eyes narrowing dangerously, yet she does nothing. After he'd all but left her line of sight, she to retreats back to her room, slamming the door behind her, hard enough to splinter the edging around it, and shake the floors of levels several rooms up; a few dishes fell to the floor, vases from stands, and a picture hanging on a wall on the third floor drops to the ground and the glass frame smashes in to a million little shards of sharp splintering. She didn't know why, but a bubbly anger filled her gut, why had she even bothered changing, if he was just going to hand her the food. The last few times he'd at least had the courtesy to offer her his company while she had eaten. This time around he hadn't even done that. She had sensed the disgust in the few words he had spoken to her, and the way he barely even looked at her...made her skin crawl, as if thousands of insects were traveling all over her body.<br/><br/>She sets the plate down, picking up the cloth that covered the red meat, and sets it aside, to clean later. Before eating though, she slips out of the clothing she had put on, so she was completely naked, and changes her appearance, becoming the wolf she felt more comfortable residing in, her skin covered in white fur, her hands now clawed paws, her face that of a blue eyed canine. This form, this state, it was comfort. It was home. The very change itself was like some sort of drug, helping her calm down her nerves. Now on all fours, still a bit upset, she picks up the meat from the plate in her maw, holding firm to it with her long fangs. Deciding that she'd slip away, and go see the only friend that actually understood her. Even the other submissives that surrounded her and were like her did not completely see eye to eye with Fera,so, she'd gone and found herself an actual friend. A wolf. Going over to the hole in the wall, she nudges the wooden board aside, using her strong legs and muscles to push herself up and out on to the grass of the lawn, shaking slightly to get the dirt off of her snow white fur.<br/><br/>Trotting away, she only looks back once, her eyes picking out the visage of Alexin in the den on the first floor, which most of the tenants of the mansion called the 'cafe'. In the half light of the evening becoming darker as the sun set slowly, the white of her fur stood out almost unnaturally, as if even glowing due to how the last bit of light hit it. She didn't care if anyone saw her. And it would be obvious she wasn't an actual real wolf, she was much too large for that. Ears flat against her skull, tail curled slightly at the end, she heads towards the woodlands that surrounded the mansion, slipping between the trees and taking the path that she'd come to memorize, which led to where her friend usually resided. Snaking between trunks, underneath bushes, and over rocks, eventually crossing a stream, she reaches the entrance to a den in a large rock. Setting the meat down on the ground, she 'barks' to let the wolf know she was there. As if in wait, the grey wolf appears, and they greet each other, before sharing the meat that she had brought. This...this was something that deep within her heart, Feralupina wished Alexin would do with her, share a meal, but she knew that would never happen. So, she shoves that longing deep down inside of herself, doing her best to shut everything out. He'd never see her the way most Dominants saw their Submissives...and she should get over that fact.