The time floated between the pair in silence as slowly but surely both had come to obtain a stomach full of fresh meat, enough still left over for Hex to return at a later date if she so wished to refill her stomach. Content with her fullness she went to work cleaning up the crimson stains that lined the majority of her muzzle, shifting her snout back and forth against the snow between her paws to essentially 'wash away' the blood until only the faintest trace of pink was left. Hearing his voice caused her head to lift, ears facing in his direction. Inside she gave a small cringe. Small talk was by far the one thing she had the least experience in. Being a woman of solidarity she often adverted the company of others instead of engaging them with talk of how the weather was or how the hunting was. It just wasn't her. She let him finish speaking before contemplating an answer. Did she really plan to tell him where she came from, tell him about herself? 'Oh hey, Im Hexamora from the Noir mountains and my parents kicked me out because i'm a psychopath.' Yeah, that would definitely make for an interesting topic for discussion.

Clearing her throat of any loose bits of flesh that could hamper her voice she let her ears flick back for a split second with uncertainty. "I can't say I've heard of there, nor do anyone know where I come from either. I'm from the Noir mountains way up north from here." It was best to keep out the fact she was kicked out and that was the only reason she now wandered aimlessly from one territory to another. A wandering gypsy with a mean streak.

Luckily the swarthy man didn't push any further than that on gathering information about the pearl coated woman. A faint audible sigh escaped her lips at this before she allowed her body to come to a complete state of relaxation, ears facing towards Aeus as he then asked about the area, picking up on the fact that she had been around here for quite some time now. To her it was a nice place, a bit crowded for her taste on the southern end and almost as such to the north, but near the mountain and east it remained quite except for a pack or two one may run into. Nodding her head a small flick of her tail followed. It's nice, though crowded depending what part you are traveling through. I suggest the southern end if you like the chance of running into a bunch of wolves, but lone and pack. Pausing her words she tilted her head over in the direction the mountain of dire loomed, silent like a stone guardian. Near the mountain its not as crowded, but the terrain is harder and further on from there its all but deserted once you reach the deep forest. That's where I stick to the most. Great, just reveal where your rendezvous point is, Hex. It was a slip of the tongue but she made sure she wouldn't do so again. No way could she trust this mahogany eyed man or anyone for that matter.

Glancing up into the grey sky it was noted how high the sun had raised since the two first met, her tail tip giving an anxious flick realizing just how long she had accepted his company. 'I better get moving soon.' She mentally noted, not liking the company of another for longer than necessary. Solitude was her happiness and soon scavengers from miles around would descend upon the fragrant aroma of rotting flesh in attempt to quell their own growling stomachs. Winter was a harsh season and Hexamora couldn't wait for the snow to melt away and food be plentiful again. She just had to learn to bide her time.

With the rising of his swarthy body, her ivory clad body had done the same down to mirroring the shaking of the pelt to rid what snow had managed to fall upon their coats during the brief meal they had shared together. She would not admit it aloud, hell, she didn't even want to admit it to herself, but she had actually enjoyed the man's company and awkward small talk. "I expect you have other things to do rather than conversing in awkward small talk with a man such as myself."  The words graced hear small rounded as her head gave a small tilt to the side as if contemplating his words. Truth be told there was nothing on her agenda. All her days consisted of was walking, resting when needed and eating when luck provided her with food. "You must be anxious to see what else the Lore has in store. I have only crossed the path of a familiar face once so don't get too enthusiastic about that. This place is larger than you may know." And it was true as well. Only the Downs pup Kova had managed to run into her pleasantness for a second time and even then it was a fluke of sorts. Mother nature had a funny way of messing with people.

Hexamora had no intentions of straying too far from the dormant cherry orchard with plans to return to the carcass whenever her stomach saw fit. Only when there was nothing left but a pile of bones would she then venture further from the area. Food was the only resource that kept her in one spot longer than a night or two. Always on the move she was and her constant travelling had no intentions of stopping any time soon. "I bid you farewell, Aeus." She spoke in a genuinely friendly tone for the first time in her life, snagging the other rear leg to carry off with her to a more secluded spot for devouring. With a small dip of her head her body turned to leave the scene until her pearly coloration became one with the snow then soon she was gone entirely.