Makoda gave a slow blink at the Werefox’s words, and her eyes briefly seemed to track something no one else saw.<em>Darkling, Darkling, Darkling…. Now where have I come across that before? Or have I? Hmmm.</em>She snapped back into focus suddenly as the girl continued to speak and move away from her towards the Werewolf and Vampire. She watched expressionless, but her heart went out to the poor broken creature.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but hear the Werefox refer to the Werewolf as “Alpha” in the overly quiet room. Her disgust hidden, she took this opportunity to become fascinated with the room she stood in. She noted the stairs that lead up, to what she assumed was rooms for rent. And then her eyes tracked the rest of the room. She noted the area for a person to stand and presumably rent out rooms to guests just by the keys behind it. The bar, host of dining tables with accompanying chairs and even a small stage and fireplace.<br/><br/>Idly she wondered just where everyone was. She didn’t think the four others in the room with her ran the place. In fact, she’d bet her life upon it. But then if they were guests as well, then where was everyone else? She noted that the magic seemed to have calmed down some too. There was still some going about, but not as much as before.<br/><br/>Try though she might, Makoda couldn’t help but hear the conversation between the Werewolf and the Werefox called Kelly. She moved to study a painting upon one of the walls, purposely putting her back to the others in the room. She knew she had nothing to fear from them with Trickster guarding her back, and did her best to remain expressionless, though her thoughts whirled in disgust for the Werewolf.<br/><br/>As his pheromones permeated the place, her nose wrinkled in disgust. It wasn’t like she could actually smell them on a conscious level. It was more like unconsciously, some part of her mind scented something and it was both repulsive and making her have a vague ill feeling. She herself wasn’t even aware of the fact or her reactions, except the unwell feeling, which she chalked up to the past six months of stress catching up to her finally.<br/><br/>Trickster was quick to follow Makoda as she moved and again stationed himself behind her, practically sitting on her heals. He watched the other four in the room, though the Fey One seemed to be asleep or something and not participating in the various dramas playing out. He still watched her all the same. When the Wolf Child’s pheromones saturated the room, he crouched low to the floor and his ears flattened to his skull as a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. Touching Makoda as he was, he extended to her what protection he could once again. It seemed to be working for the most part, since the Child made no move to even look in the direction of the Wolf Child.<br/><br/>When the Fey One suddenly stood and moved towards them, Trickster came out of his protective stance and perked his ears forward. He cocked his head slightly and let his tongue hang out as she came to a stop and spoke to Makoda.<br/><br/>Makoda turned and looked to the Pixie. “Merry Meet. I am Makoda.” She watched as the Pixie squatted and reached out but didn’t touch Trickster. She gave a slight shrug at her request. “That would be up to him. He is not a pet.” Her voice held no inflections as she spoke. Her tone being completely neutral, for she spoke the truth, Trickster wasn’t a pet. He was a friend and traveling companion, but very much his own coyote.<br/><br/>Trickster suddenly yipped and dropped to his front paws and chest. His tail wagging so hard it wiggled his whole hind end. He suddenly bounded up and pranced and hopped around the Pixie yipping and barking. Looking for all the world much like a pup trying to play. Suddenly he bounded in and pounced on the Pixie and started licking her face. He wasn’t worried for now about the Wolf Child and his scent. Makoda would be fine for a time against him.<br/>