As silent as a ghost ivory limbs maneuvered their way through the dense collection of pine topiary, hardened pads intent on putting as much ground between the dispersing meeting and herself before anyone halted her progress. Undoubtedly, Anthem, the second male in command would be tracking in her wake to force out any information Hexamora could remember from the day her visual organ was yanked from its socket. A topic the colorless woman wanted not to discuss. Puzzling as it was trying to grasp the concept of what triggered his sudden urge to be protective over her, pack member, or not, there was no escaping the oncoming conversation that was soon to unfold between the highest ranking subordinates. 

Brushing tangled fur against the rough bark of passing tree trunks unintentionally, she traversed a less traveled path in hopes of deterring whomever decided to tag behind her. Of course, being one-eyed didn't exactly make the going easy on the aging wolf. Time after time low grunts would be forced from her lungs into the open air as a result of colliding with unseen obstacles such as an uprooted root, or misplaced rock. Easily tripping Hexamora if she did not pay close enough attention to each placed footstep she took, hindering the speed she wished to travel.

Head craned over one shoulder her skull angled about to survey her surroundings with her functioning eye. A satisfied and smug smirk adorning her inky lips at the lack of a shadow tailing her. Good, perhaps Anthem had better plans than to pester a half blind woman and was beckoned elsewhere allowing smooth sailing back to her hobbit hole and partially touched meal. Already close enough to inhale the sweet aroma of spilled blood and fresh meat ready to be devoured, her pace quickened only slightly. Abdomen rumbling its selfish demands to be sated.

Sadly her attempt at fleeing the scene undetected proved futile as an annoyed laced voice boomed out from behind her causing rounded audits to swing backwards and ivory limbs to reach a standstill just as the voice commanded. Her skull didn't need to steal a glance backwards to know who it was that honed in on her pasty form, the sudden flow of masculine cologne and a unique ingredient that served as a personal identification more than enough to reveal Anthem to her. There was no escaping to her personal abode now, nor was it worth leading the stormy man closer to its whereabouts.

Turning partially to her left, the singular optic focused on the approaching male while a small grimace tugged the corner of her ebony lips downward toward the earth as haunches carefully lowered to rest upon the collection of fallen pine needles. Once the fluff of her tail wrapped around her pressed together paws, she spoke up. "You wanted to talk, so let's talk and get this over with then shall we?" Hexamora's voice rang out in an exhausted tone, an indication that she was in no form thrilled with the exchange of words they would soon partake in. Surely the larger brute felt a similar way about the current predicament the duo now shared. 

"Obviously I'm right in assuming this has to do with my wounds?" The Beauvau woman pressed on, head angled in such a way as to keep her empty socket from being entirely exposed to the other. Entirely healed at this point, there was still bits of confidence deficiency that remained as an aftermath of the incident from having it be so painfully obvious to others. The world around her was made entirely new now that she saw it through a single eye. A struggle to figure a way around her handicap and live life as normally as she could despite it.

Anthem halted a distance away from where her haunches took residence, his own refusing to touch the ground as she expected he would while her single orb silently took in the lack of any emotion upon his facial features. Not even a fraction of disgust was etched on his face, or within the blue pools of his eyes. This was strictly business to him and in her mind Hexamora thought, so be it. Arctic audits catching the faltered sigh that fell from his lips, Anthem began with the simple question asking who and how. Closing her singular eye for a spare moment she collected the memories of that day, a small wince contorting her features as the pain of it all washed over her until her lid was forced open seeing the silver pelted child's face.

Turning her head towards the stormy man, a sigh of her own betrayed her. "I have no recollection of a name. Titles were never exchanged between us, but it was young impregnated girl not long into adulthood with fur similar to yours. Very silver in tone with eyes as cold as snow and light blue like frozen ice." Hex paused her words, allowing the man time to digest the first portion of her story feeling no need to weave any false information into it. Uncharacteristic of herself, the Beauvau woman was willing to cooperate if it meant the chance of that wretched brat received the revenge she deserved. Admitting she had been bested by a child rattled the arctic woman.

"But I was to the south having decided to take some time to work on rebuilding the muscles I lost due to my condition upon joining. The heights near a plateau of sorts was where it happened. There was a pack near by, but I didn't cross any borders." She then paused again to shoot Anthem a defensive glare, visually emphasizing her words. Hexamora was rude and malicious, but not stupid. "I don't know the name of the pack either, but this bitch was one of them. Her fur smelt richly of evergreen, fir and a male older in age if that helps any."

Shifting herself to stand upon all fours again, she turned her head fully to the brute now, shaking the debris from her pelt. "As for returning the favor, her eyes are reserved with my name on them and by my doing will they one day lay at my feet." Who knew how long it would take before Hex was prime to fulfill her threat, but it would happen. "I doubt i'll be here still by then, but it will happen." Again, she was no fool. There was something big stirring in the air and it was gearing towards the ivory woman. No doubt an eviction was soon to happen, but she needed to stay until she knew she could handle life on her own again. Half blinded would make for an awful challenge at keeping herself alive alone.

Hexamora's single eye narrowed cautiously as Anthem succumbed to lowering into a seated position in her presence, arctic ears once more pivoting in his direction to catch the words that rolled off his tongue after a released sigh. This storm pelted man knew of this pack she spoke of, offering her some intellect on their calling, something along the lines of Moon Plateau, and an invitation to become one of them that warranted a scoff from the pearly woman. Had this brute before her been playing on the opposing team would Anthem still feel a need to correct the wrong done onto her, she pondered. Probably not she finally settled.

It was his question that asked if she had more to inform him with that caused her skull to face him fully, single optic still narrowed slightly. "That's all I can remember and the only useful information there is. What's done is done." Hexamora spoke, her usual tone of voice beginning to rise its ugly head again while her limbs pushed to stand on all fours. Silence settled between the two only to be broken by the gurgling of her empty stomach, serving as a reminder of her unfinished meal waiting at home. Yet, she couldn't lead him to it. What would be the point of a secret den if it wasn't just that?

It would seem luck was offering her a decent hand as a partial breeze lofted the aroma of rabbit to her nostrils. Gaze casting away from the larger wolf to hone in on its direction, the salmon of her tongue peeking between her swarthy, leathery lips to grace them with a quick swipe. Near the base of a sturdy mountain pine began the muddied trail of rabbit tracks, granting another empty rumble of her stomach. A thought then struck. "Say, you wouldn't mind helping me catch a rabbit will you? Learning to hunt again has been tricky at best doing so single sighted." No sign of tommyrot here. It couldn't hurt to have help just this once if it led him away from her den and filled her stomach right?