Her plans were brushed aside as Florence's voice pushed through them, forcing the ivory woman to once more deal with the reality surrounding her and the fate she was forced to face. She had lost the bet and now must pay the price, letting silence continue to blanket them before clearing her throat while her paw stopped stroking the skull. "Primrose. My name is Primrose." A small smile crept onto the black lining of her lips, deciding to take the loop hole of the bet. Primrose was the name she had given the pipsqueak pup that belonged to that fruity smelling pack that reeked on his fur back when there had been a hoard of wolves around a fallen bison carcass. Her carcass the gods had blessed her with, not them. She had agreed to give her name, but there was no rule saying she couldn't give him her alias name. There was always a way around things and Hexamora was an expert at finding them.

Now that the fun and games were over the woman instantly became bored of this man's presence, rising to her feet with an obnoxiously loud sigh to voice her current mood. "Well since there is no fun to be had with you anymore today I guess I should allow you to return to your duties." Her bi-colored eyes motioned towards the collection of herbs and flowers at his feet before her head dipped down to claim her precious, body turning with a flick of her snowy tail. Today there was nothing left to pry out of him entertainment wise, but tomorrow and the next day were a different story. The Beauvau woman would see him again and planned to have some fun with him whether he liked it or not, but for now she was intent on finding a place to claim as her base camp. Without a word she trudged forward to disappear into the surrounding brush, leaving nothing but her scent trail behind.