Long had the psychical aspects of her torn eye healed since the incident on the plateau. Nothing more than a set of dark hued scars in the shape of two distinct canine teeth marks lay across the abandoned socket to remind Hexamora of that day. The emotional wounds yet to fully heal still and the challenges associated with her new trophy far from mastered for the aging ivory woman. Her feeding reduced to scavenging off exposed carcasses scattered about the out lying perimeter of the territory than running the risk of a pack subordinate seeking out the wretched woman to scold her for yet again emptying a cache and leaving it unfilled. A sidereal fate, she decided.

Today was one of those days. The scent of rotting flesh from a slain deer made days ago luring the ivory woman from her hermit of a den away from the others and their close-knit like family. Making a silent get away out towards the eastern edge of the territory. Hexamora was so sure that the light tawny woman Desideria would have blabbered about the lastest news to the rest of the pack about her missing eye, but nobody came to see the new freak show attraction living under their roof. Mixed emotions became of this. Nobody in the pack gave a furry rat's behind about her, a sharp reminder that she was alone in the end. A lesson she would never forget again. Meandering at a slow lope through the dense pine forest, her cranium was constantly set into a sweeping motion. Singular optic scanning what little surroundings she could in any given second.

Twitching small, rounded audits her path remained undeterred from the increasing aroma of rotting flesh and lynx scat. No doubt the culprit for bringing down her easy earned meal. It took no time for her to reach the half devoured body of the deer, body wasting no time in settling in where the last scavenger had fed. Stained canines sinking into whatever bits of flesh she could manage to wrap her jaws around without jarring into exposed bone and cartilage. A feral growl quietly rumbled in her chest as she fed, completely unaware and vulnerable to her surroundings in that moment. A lesson to being partially blind she was yet to learn; you had to always be alert for anyone could be lurking in the shadows. Friend, or foe. 

Bite after bite the aged meat slid down her gullet to fill the emptiness of her stomach where the air from her inhaling had not already. Gradually the once colorless maw began to obtain a pinkish hue that soon morphed into a shimmering shade of pale crimson with each tear of flesh. It was only when Hexamora paused to catch her breath did small rounded audits catch the faint rustling of pine needles under soft paw steps before an unknown voice spoke with uncertainty about whether she belonged to the pack or not. On a dime her body whirled around defensively and hunkered down towards the earth, single green optic coming to focus on her intruder after angling her skull to bring this dark coated wolf into her singular line of sight. Awaiting for his features to construed into a look of disgust upon the gruesome sight of her abandoned socket and scarring like everyone else did.

Then her nostrils were bombarded by the mixed cologne and perfume of the leaders revealing that he too was another subordinate under their rule. So, he was one of them. Holding back the urge to snort at this newly confirmed information she met his gaze with her own easily as her body rose back to its relaxed height despite her muscles refusing to uncoil fully. "Indeed I am, though I prefer the outskirts of the territory. I'm not exactly a pack favorite." She admitted nonchalantly. "The name is Primrose." Alias name rolling off her tongue like sweet honey in a mellifluous tone.

As expected a look far from pleasant etched its way into the swarthy features of this stranger's face. Though the emotion was not that of disgust the small flicker of shock held the similar stinging response Hexamora fought hard to push past. Body offering a near invisible physical flinch. Nero, a wolf she had bumped into within the confines of the Sacred Grove had tried to school her on not letting her handicap become a hindrance, but the lesson hadn't quite stuck entirely. Her confidence in this new half visible world of hers was shaky at best. Unbeknownst to her this dark coated man held a similar disability, though concealed effortlessly behind his icy irises.

Briefly, a look of confusion passed over her own blood stained features at his returned question. Why did it matter the reason for her being so disliked by the others? The arctic woman was an old hag, a bitch and down right uninviting in the manor of all things warm and fuzzy such as friends and family. There was no emotional attachment to those around her and frankly she had no qualms with that. "I don't do good with warm and fuzzy, I guess. Nor do I exactly look like the type someone wants to call their friend." She spoke nonchalantly, small audits pivoting forward at the dropping of his name. @Nathaniel  she tested on a mental tongue versus verbally. 

"What brings you out this way?" Hex then questioned, head angling sideways in a tilt like manor to show her genuine curiosity. Since her time within the pack hardly a soul ventured toward the eastern portion of the territory aside from the alphas and Anthem during border patrols. The very reason the Beauvau woman had decided to dig herself a humble abode among the silence the sturdy pines offered. 

Quietly arctic audits listened to Nathaniel basically repeat her previous words before circling the conversation back to where it initially started. "I don't know how one can become claustrophobic in a place as large as this territory, but whatever floats your fancy. Your issues aren't mine to judge." Out loud her mind retorted. A grunt wanted to escape her lips when he lowered his haunches into a more comfortable position while pressing into the subject of what looks had to do with anything. Like a pestering fly that refused to leave you alone in the sweltering heat of summer, this character before her made it clear he was far from finished with this conversation. As if the lowering of his haunches comfortably wasn't a large enough clue to such.

Seeing no theoretical exit routes of this conversation, as if he would actually let her, Hexamora succumbed to his annoyance and allowed her own embodiment to adopt a more comfortable position seeing as neither of them would be leaving anytime soon. Much to her regret. "Quite a lot, actually. You can't honestly expect me to believe you don't let appearance form the foundation of your judgement on someone." Bemusement forced the brows upon her face to quirk upwards. If her appearance didn't lend proof to her words, her personality surely would. Hexamora was bad company and those who crossed her path knew it the moment they laid eyes on the pale coated woman. Before and after the loss of her eye.

To make herself further comfortable front limbs lowered until they became outstretched before her, hind legs curling in to tuck beneath the weight of her body while small arctic ears pivoted forward to listen to the abundance of words rolling off his salmon tinted tongue. A look of slight interest clouding her facial features. "I don't bother staying on anyone's good side regardless of their size or size of their canines. Eventually they will all turn on you. Can't trust anyone but yourself and i'm sticking to that." The truth tumbled from her mouth, a brief look of perplexity adorning her face. Now where did that come from? Regardless her words held true in her mind, that Vuesain man the only one she has out rightly attempted to keep in favor of and that was only to keep from being evicted before she was ready.

Curling her ivory tail around her slightly leaned over body, more questions were thrown in her direction. Questions that dared assume to know why she was out here, darned to assume she knew what being claustrophobic felt like. "I am out here because everyone avoids me and I them and because I was hungry. It's not exactly easy hunting half blind after being use to having full sight your entire life. I'm forced to scavenge when I can to feed myself. I'm surprised they haven't ousted me yet since I can't contribute anything. Probably too busy with the whelps and being all high and mighty to notice." She scoffed as her woes came tumbling out one by one.