Her slow circling continued as a snort flew out of her nose, her response to his attempt at flattering the white coated woman and using her own tactics against her. Yes she was foolish for switching her plans so quickly, but that didn't mean she was stupid enough to not see when they were being turned around. Dark's attempts were futile, but she had to hand it to him on being so quick witted. Hexamora was a stone cold vixen and pretty words held no effect on her unlike her fellow female counterparts that would have swooned and crawled at his paws eager to have their ears filled with more sweet nothings. That was what separated her from them. The strong from the weak. "Another woman may like those things, but I don't. Pretty things bore me, but I suppose you're right. Clearly that skull wasn't meant to be mine. I'll just go find another." She gave an exasperated sigh as if she was star-crossed by the universe. This was becoming all too apparent that she was losing the battle, but the war was still yet to be won.

Turning her head away from the skull and swarthy man she began to trod off as if she no longer had interest in the piece of bone nestled under his claws. Truth was she actually was starting to lose interest and would find entertainment elsewhere. Maybe luck would be on her side and she would come across another skull to cherish or if not the woman could always backtrack to the rotting wolf carcass and pick one of the many remaining bones as her new toy. But that skull was pretty to her. So beautiful in the way the small bits of flesh still clung for dear life along the lining of the eye sockets, maggots crawling from one piece to another. Oh well. Another day, another skull to find and all the more distance to put between her and the unknown man. In her mind one was a party and two was a crowd. Solitude was a much better setting to be in. Nothing beats being alone and not having to spend precious time worrying about another. Yes, solitude was the way to go. That was her preference on life.

Like taking candy from a baby and that was how she won the war. The sensation of teeth gripping onto a patch of her fur with a tug caused her strut to come to a standstill, her attention turning from the grove to the pair of dark grey eyes that now held hers. "Take the skull..- whatever your name is.. I've changed my mind, luckily for you.." He spoke while gesturing towards her with his paw that held her precious skull, tossing it to her left after instructing her not to take it as an act of kindness. A smug smirk found its way onto her lips as her head rose proudly in his defeat. "The name is Hexamora. Consider it a reward for returning what rightfully belonged to me, whoever you are. I don't give others my name." Swatting at the skull she tucked it protectively under her small frame to keep it from becoming stolen again. Nobody else's filthy paws will leave a mark on her possession.

The urge to brag about her victory bubbled vigorously beneath the surface as she continued to hold his gaze, letting minutes pass before turning away to scoop the skull in her jaws and her words come out almost incoherently the way the skull is situated. "Well I got butter tings to do than stand round and chit-chat so ta-ta mystery man." With goodbyes said her slender frame began to march off in the opposite direction she had original came, her tail held high in a confident manner as she strutted off. Oh yeah, she was bad and she knew it.