Salmon tongue rolled out like a pink carpet between parted jowls to allow heavy panting to release small vapor clouds into the chilly morning air. Snowy pads that had gradually grown acquainted to the mountainous terrain traversing over the slick granite slopes that made up the heights near the lost lake. Nails scratching at their sun bleached surface wherever weed like plants hadn't began to grown yet between the cracks as an unmatched pair of brown and green optics constantly scanned over the next set of rocks for the proper foothold before taking a step further away from the lost lake. A lake the white she-devil had come to call home, if only temporary. A place she now found herself wanting to put as much distance between herself as 'the pack' deemed allowable. Not like she actually gave a rat's ass about following the rules. But yet to reach her goals of returning to complete health for long distance traveling to who knew where the wraith woman grudgingly abides by the pathetic rules. All in due time though. Soon she could pick up her old hunt for her precious.
Hitting a sparse expanse of trees Hexamora brings herself to a slow halt. Allowing her sides to heave in the effort of bringing enough air into her gasping lungs. 'Damn shortness of breath.' That was something she was going to need work on. With the gradually increasing weight and muscle building back to her once skeletal embodiment they would need to be trained back into prime shape. To become fluid movements and not so gaspy and weak with the slightest bit of exercise. Hexamora Beauvau was not a weakling. Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the dwindled speck of blue indicating the resting place of the lake the wraith woman mentally saw the distance fit enough for the time being. Nobody from the pack would dare follow her out here, especially that pregnant and snarl invoking silvery lead female. That brought a smug smirk to her dark tinted lips. Finally alone time. Lowering dirt clad haunches the plushness of her tail thumped lazily at her side, pink tongue still dangling out of slightly parted jaws. A juicy hare suddenly sounded good to the starved woman.
"Speech."