Ulrica's eyes were glued to the bracelet around her wrist and the balancing act she had going on to keep from touching the metal when a somewhat familiar scent wafted through the air, breaking the usually musty and stale air she breathed in. Lifting her head from resting on her arm, the woman's grey eyes widened before locking on her cell door. It took all that she had to not yank back, but the reminder of the pain that would follow if she did kept her still.

If he was coming down, she must have taken out two vamps on her last mission. This brought a bitter sweet feeling to the wolf as while she was pleased that she managed that much before being knocked out, she knew the Master of the House would not be pleased with her and would deal with her punishment accordingly. It was knowing he was coming and what would happen that partly made the brunette regret what she did, but at the same time not.

It was as the scent grew closer that Ulrica remembered, the old Master was dead; she had not yet met the new one that she could recall. Her once wide eyes narrowed as she heard the lock on her cell click open. A low growl trickled from the woman's throat as the door swung open, the sound halted abruptly as her eyes widened at the site of the man. She jumped, moving back towards the far wall slightly, though the action was enough to lose her balance of her wrist and it fell to the silver band.

Her eyes locked on the bracelet, hissing at it before readjusting herself to keep her wrist raised slightly as she now half sat up. Eyes jumping to the man in the door way again, his features began to settle in more; this wasn't the old Master, but the resemblance was strong, the scent was so similar; it was his own flesh and blood.

Her eyes narrowed on the man, those golden orbs a distinct difference from the man that used to pay her visits. "I must have only managed to take out one if you're unarmed," she barked at the male, noting that he didn't seem to have anything in his hands. Ulrica wasn't foolish enough to believe that just because he appeared unarmed that it made him harmless, or that he would be that way for long, but she didn't know this man, of course she would push the limits first. If it weren't for the bracelet around her wrist, she probably would have lunged at the male, but she wasn't dumb enough to fight against the toxic metal she danced with.