Once his eyes adjusted to the brightly lit kitchen compared to the dim atmosphere of the main hall, Shax frowned, seemed like no one was around to answer his call. The devilish featured being turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen back into the main hall, seemed like things were kicking off within that space. It had been days, even weeks since someone spoke to Shax or he even attempted to find someone to socialize with. It was his fault, he spent most of the time face down on the bar counter, drunk and dribbling.
Shax faltered in his step as something about the coven changed, it caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end "That was peculiar" he shuddered, ignoring the banter that was thrown back and forth between some of the creatures within the hall. Without getting involved, he seemed to wonder to one direction, a smell filled his nose which was rather..new. It smelt like Jace and Claire, as well as Claire's children, but stronger, more, dog like.
Soon he stopped walking, he stared in the direction of what, no, who he was seeking. She lay resting herself against what seemed to be a beautifully structured throne, clearly the master of the covens elegant seat of dominance.
Shax stood barely a few foot away, his hands resting lazily on his hips as he looked at her with a stare purely of interest. The vibes that she was giving off seemed to be more intriguing than anyone else that he came across so far, so, he waited for some form of response of his unnatural stare.