The morning had been a quaint one as ivory limbs followed one of three coursing creeks that intercepted the Sacred Grove, opting to continue along the center path which divided the grove in two after departing from Bramble falls; the main source for the flowing water. A single pine green iris constantly darted about, sometimes watching the unique heart shaped leaves in their fiery coloration float along the water's surface. Other times shifting towards the visible treeline as more magpies than she would have liked to notice hobbled about the branches, or made an awful racket attempting to communicate with one another. What those pesky birds could possibly have to gossip about, Hexamora was at a lost.

Ivory limbs lackadaisically followed deeper into the northern portion of Relic Lore by the guidance of Heartleaf Creek, the plush making of her tail swaying contently at her hocks until a sudden and unexpected roar of sorts breached the air. Now, who could have made that? Paws were swift at halting abruptly in the wake of the noise, skull angling in such a way to allow the only functioning optic left a chance to survey the direction the sound had originated from. A perplexed expression wrinkled furrowed brows. Nothing out of the ordinary greeted the wraith pelted woman in the immediate moments following the strange roar, a simple shrug of her shoulders brushing it off as a simple tug of her leg by her own imagination. How wayward it could truly become after enough hours were spent in solitude.

"It's probably nothing. Move along." She reassured herself only to be proven wrong shortly after her coral tongue released such hope, a single paw barely capable of lifting to resume following the water source. Faintly, but still audible came the cursing and the echoing of gnashing teeth causing pearly tinted guard hairs to bristle habitually. No wolf aside from herself was in sight, yet Hexamora could not deny her ears had heard what they had this time. This was not the handy work of her tricky imagination. Someone was surely nearby and the small arctic wolf was hellbent now on finding out who they were.

Embodiment upholding a hunters crouch one limb after the other unfroze from their current position to begin stalking toward the treeline, ebony nose twitching to currently serve as a better tool in this investigation than her limited line of sight. No time at all had to pass before Hexamora weaseled her way into the confines of a local shrub bush, single eye wincing on occasion when a rouge branch managed to jab her in just the right spot upon her sides. A small opening in the vegetation allowed the wraith like woman an unobstructed view of whom had made the noise while remaining covert.

Just ahead a swarthy coated wolf; a male guessing by the sheer size alone, stalked in what appeared to be an angry circle of sorts. Theoretical steam billowing from ears and flared nostrils as more obscenities were shouted onto the air. Who, or what these foul words were directed at she didn't know until a narrowed lid caught the man glancing towards the canopy above. Instinctively her own gaze followed suit, catching a glimpse of the hoard of magpies squawking from their protective perches. Some of which must not have liked the language this brute was using as more than a few dive bombed to grip tufts of fur then just as swiftly escape the empty snapping of jaws. Not a single ruffled feather to be seen upon the two toned birds. The same couldn't be said about the dark pelted man as his hair stuck about in every direction imaginable.

What a sight to behold. In the light of one's misfortune, another found entertainment. A welcome relief to Hexamora after her ungodly embarrassing encounter with Nathaniel back at Bramble Falls. She would lose her self control, though, if one of the magpies bestowed a shitty gift upon the infuriated wolf. The Beauvau woman was definitely going to stick around and watch what possibly unfolded next, especially when one had front row seats as prime as the one she now nestled within.

There was no preventing the sound of whimsical giggles from saturating the dried shrub currently serving as a cryptic hideout for the glacial pelted woman at the sight ahead. Hexamora's ivory clad skull lowering to press her snout into the plush pale fur of her chest in hopes of muffling her noises, a front paw draped atop as if the notion would calm her mirthful sounds before the swarthy man could reveal her covert location. The simple motion causing a rustle in the brittle leaves. No doubt her cover would soon be blown if her laughter could not be contained.

Where once teeth gnashed on empty air they now met the sleek ebony feathers of an unfortunate magpie. A vibrant green iris widened in shock as the tides shifted before her very eye, an event intense enough to cease all laughing until the spiteful words began to flow once more followed by a triumphant roar. Rounded ears splayed back against her skull momentarily in the wake of the deafening noise, a small downfall to owning the rights to such privilege seating for a show such as this. There was no way she could keep hidden any longer.

A bemused smirk began to tug at the leathery corner of her lips as ivory limbs pulled her frame out from the brush, doing well to keep @Kjell and hoard of feathered fiends within her single line of sight. Silence ensued from closed beaks, beady black eyes narrowing to watch this new comer on the scene and keep tabs on their previous toy. "Tsk, tsk. How do you expect to get what you want with such a dirty mouth?" A sickly sweet tone oozing off every syllable uttered, paws carrying Hexamora in a wide arch to keep a safe distance between them. As amusing as his conflict with the birds was to the arctic bred wolf, that did little to change the fact he remained an unpredictable soul.

OOC! Here

Slowly her vulture like circling eventually came to a halt near the base of the tree currently buzzing with the squawking of magpies, keeping the deep chocolate hued brute well within the confines of her single line of sight. An amused smirk soon settling upon her countenance. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Honeyed tone once more coating her muttered words. Had she a better idea, perhaps, but watching this man struggle over winning back a petty pelt with a flock of birdbrains was such a lovely confrontation to witness. Pale haunches lowered to the ground in a seated position while a plush tail draped neatly over her paws to conceal them, calculating orb trained on the brute. This was a much better seat than from behind a pair of bushes.

An ivory brow quirked skyward as an equally pale pair of audits swiveled forward in interest when Kjell insisted on continuing his provoking of the two toned birds with more idle threats. A subtle eye roll on her part. Obviously her unspoken idea that floated across her mind was already beginning to prove more productive at winning back the damn rabbit pelt. "Please, wake me when the excitement begins again." A sarcastic tongue curling yawn parted her jaws. Didn't he know magpies loved things that shined? Seriously all he needed to do was find something shiny like a wet rock from the creek and the birds would all but forget the pelt, their attention focused solely on their new coveted precious. Sometimes it took a woman to get things done, but Hexamora wasn't about to cut her entertainment short.

Yeah...Hex has a mind of her own xD

Sadly it was Kjell that decided when the woman had had her fill of entertainment on his behalf. The chocolate pelted man disregarding the chattering magpies with a snort before drawing away from their gathered flock upon the tree top to now adorn his undivided attention upon the arctic bred woman. A single optic narrowed and watched in close scrutiny as the brute advanced only to leave several lengths between them, pale audit twitching idly when he began his speel about how you had to make your own fun if you wanted to experience it. For Hexamora, catching birds was definitely not her idea of fun, but the challenge of what she thought was fun did spark a reaction.

"What do I like to do for fun, you ask?" Gradually her slender frame rose to stand upon all fours again, ivory tail whipping from side to side at her hocks while her pale limbs began to circle the other in a vulture like manor. Green hued iris focused entirely on the brute with each completed round, every rotation slowly bringing her embodiment closer to his until the tips of their hairs could barely brush against each other leaving her blind side exposed to the tree line while her tail lifted to caress the underneath of his muzzle. "A woman such as myself never reveals such secrets in words. Why don't I show you instead?" A sultry smirk graced her ebony lips. With the magpies forgotten if this man wanted to know what she did for fun, oh she would show him alright.