Her visage contorted into the hungry for the Hunt, tension lining her body as she moving beside him with purpose.  Though a Hunt was unorthodox, perhaps it would be best.  The hallway from Calvin's bedroom to his study was lined with doors, each for a different packmate.  As she and her mate halted outside his study, she stood beside him, eyes bleeding feral as she steeled her emotions.  The howl had resonated in her bones, a call to gather, to Hunt.  After Musette and Calvin took up their post, the first her eyes wandered over was Callax.  He had chosen a form he knew well, the impression length and breadth of Callax's wolf form filling up quite a bit of space.  She had theories to do with that packmate, and Muse knew that he was different from the others.<br/><br/>When her eyes flickered to Dekoth, her face morphing into something feral and angry.  As much as tensions ran high, she seethed with the need to put the male in his place.  It was maddening to leave his punishment to Calvin, but she let it go until later... They needed their full strength now.  Later she would bring it up to Calvin, and enjoy the blood letting that followed.  Dekoth's mate was a gorgeous girl, and Musette inclined her head in greeting.  While she had no second in command, even as the mate of the Alpha male, Soleil was the closest thing to a second in command that she had.  An amused growl trickled from her lips, only half listening to her mate's speech.  Her mind was all ready on the coming Hunt.  She needed no motivation.