The vampire was hardly shaken as the werewolf tore into the squirrels, she knowing all to well that if you did not eat you would be eaten, and such was the place in life for the rodents. The darkness of the creature, the insanity that was evident in her actions and words did not phase her. The creature was contained. She turned her body as the disciple took her leave without a word, not even the smallest of actions showing her or the other what was expected. She heard Minerva take her leave, she following out behind her but fading into the shadows soon after. It was her one chance to get away, her chance to relay the information she was given. This woman, she would not be allowed to stage this coup without some resistance.