Mab reigns her horse in as the hunt breaks, slipping off and whispering in it's ear for a moment before the two part. When she turns and pulls out a wineskin, sipping as she walks toward the banquet tables. She pauses next to Azula and motions to the seat at the table to be sure it isn't taken before she settles down and a lesser fae moves forward to begin loading up a plate for her of items she motions to. She leaves him to it and turns to the foreign seelie. "Nothing quite so invigorating as a good hunt, don't you agree?"