It took her time to sniff out Atticus and more so that she was fighting to take on what she could for what she desired.  Step by step she'd make her way to the study of the man and with the scent of the old wizard lingering so strong she'd slowly inch the door open and peer inside to be certain.  She didn't feel as close to Atticus as the wizard seemed more interested in whatever was given at the moment for them to ponder then to actually be friends or be close.  But she was still someone who was friendly enough for her to consider a friend at least and with that she'd hope to be welcomed.<br/><br/>Still with the book in her arm it was the only thing she could think of to communicate for on it there was the thing she needed.  The writing escaped her but the details on the cover on the book though worn down were visible enough.  Chains, cage, binds, things that bound others and that was what she needed before she lost herself.  She didn't like the maids of the place and she hated them now more then ever.  The assistants were unfortunate as they each smelled of victims she wanted to make as her own.  She knew that by the end of the night she'd either be bound and contained, or mated to one of the men in the tower.<br/><br/>But for now it was a question on if she could be contained.  In her weakened and hungry state it was more then reasonable to assume it possible.  But she knew she had to find a way to ask.  If not to beg...In the end her kind mating was through the simple process.  Find who or what you want, and then simply take it.  Whether or not they or it wished...