White. That was all Hexamora could see as her gaunt frame pushed through the blistering winds that ripped and grappled at her pale fur, pushing the strands in every direction imaginable while snow flurries whirled around and pummeled at the surface of her face. This left a constant stinging sensation as the little pieces of ice clung to the lashes above her eyes, leaving a tiny kiss of sheer cold before being whisked away by the same wind that deposited them. Where was she anyways? The last thing she knew or remembered at least was that she was somewhere in the deep forest and had been flirting it up with a strange golden man before the blizzard hit. There was no way for her to know if she was still in the general vicinity with the world around her lacking any color or distinct landmarks. She was sure she would have stumbled into a tree or a few by now with the way the wind kept knocking her around, but alas she found herself floundering like a newborn pup through a vast expanse of nothingness. Joy.  

Lost, and directionless not knowing up from down anymore the ivory woman trudged on, enduring the bone chilling, bipolar side of mother nature to the best of her abilities. "I've got to find shelter.." She spoke aloud to herself, dipping her head down to wipe her face with her paw for the millionth time as she felt the irritating and sadly repetitive sting of ice hitting skin. The woman knew she needed to find shelter, but how was she to look for a place to wait out the storm if she couldn't even see? This irked Hexamora and a loud rumble of her chest voiced it so in the form of a growl for nobody but herself to hear. With the high powered winds, she was surprised even herself was capable of hearing the noise. The current predicament definitely was an unsettling one, no sound but that of the whirling winds groaning in her ear and no sight but a wall of white to greet her bi-colored eyes. All there was left for her to do was start digging and hope her paws didn't freeze in the process. If she could manage to make a suitable makeshift den to wait out the blizzard she stood a chance at surviving the day. Or not. It was hard to tell what point in the day it was.

So she got to work digging furiously at the freezing collection of fresh powder and actually made quick work of the soft material reaching the moistened soil of the earth and began to dig through that until there was a hole just big enough for her small frame to wiggle in and still have enough room to at least turn around if need me. Not wanting to be caught out in this weather any longer she quickly dove in, almost instantly greeted by a faint warmth that began to melt the flurries that stuck to her dampened coat. Now the only thing she could do was wait. Wait for the never ending onslaught of snow and wind to come to an end. During her wait the woman in white found herself slipping into a deep slumber, head nestling into the fluff of her tail for added warmth. Hours passed, or minutes; how was she suppose to know, her eyes slowly fluttering open to greet the pale morning light that filtered into her makeshift den through the opening she had dug. Finally it seemed the storm was over and she didn't want to waste another moment being left uncertain about her surroundings.

Rising quickly to her feet, Hexamora shook the sleep from her pelt and bounded out into the fresh layer of snow that blanketed everything, her eyes squinting to adjust to the change of light that met her gaze. Once adjusted they scanned the winter wonderland around her. From the looks of things it appeared to be that she managed to wander into the depths of a ravine, nothing impressive to be seen but shrubs and an abundance of trees which she was dumbfounded by the fact she had not managed to collide face first into a couple of them. All in all she was left in another unknown part of the lore alone. Or was she? Had someone else managed to get swept up in the blizzard's wrath?

Well now Hexamora had a general idea of where she was even if she didn't know exactly where that place was and now she was left to attend to the next task. Finding a way out of the god forsaken ravine. With a disgruntled hmph and her body set into motion the ivory glad woman began scouting the area, her odd colored gaze focusing more so on the snow riddled ground for signs of tracks from others with hopes that she could be lucky enough to come across a trail and follow the path of prints out to be free of this place. This was not somewhere she wanted to be and couldn't wait to find herself back within Phantom Hollow tucked warmly in her den with her precious nestled between her paws. Her precious.. OH CRAP! 

Where was her precious?! Hadn't it been with her the whole time? Perhaps he was tucked back into the temporary den she made to escape the storm. Panic began to sink in as her breathing picked up, heart racing rapidly as the mere thought of losing her skull racked her body. No, no no. She couldn't lose it! She had a collection to complete! Frantically she whipped her body around and trudged through the ankle deep snow back towards the small gap where she took shelter from the blizzard, her head sticking inside to glance around the dirt hole for signs of her skull to be present. Nothing. Empty. Shit! Now she was really panicking as she began to plow away snow near her paws in an attempt to miraculously dig up her precious. "Please be here..please be here." She begged the silence around her as in her frantic state, body beginning to run madly through the snow drift. In her blind running she didnt notice the little house of snow at the base of a tree that covered the young downs pup who slept still despite the morning sun reflecting off the surface of the snow. Squish! and a yelp was the only sign that there was life beneath the snow and this caught Hexamora by surprise. What the?  

Hexamora was not expecting to hear the sounds of another beneath the snow and now that she did hear it(or it could have been a figment of her imagination) her head lowered to where she could have sworn she heard the yelp, sniffing at the pile of snow. A second later a silver head popped up to the surface and lucky for the young pup it caught the woman by enough surprise her body jerked back instead of sinking her teeth into his skull, the ebony of her lips pulling back to bare her canines with a low warning growl. "What the f-" A familiar scent then floated beneath her nose. It was the kid from the feast that seemed like ages ago. God, the stupid kid gave her a fright. She otta squish his little head again just for startling her the way that he did.

Stepping back one more step she chuffed her displeasure as her heart began to slowly return to its normal pace and the silver pup wiggled his way out from the temporary den of sorts he was in, a friendly smile resting on his tiny lips when his pair of blue eyes finally came to settle on her frame. Hey there, Primrose! he yipped in an all too happy tone that made her want to puke while having some sort of object clenched between his little jaws. It was so shiny and pretty, but nowhere near as beautiful as her precious skull was. Her lost..precious..skull. She almost didn't hear his question as her mind returned to a frantic state at the fact that her skull was not tucked safely beneath her or clenched between the sharp points of her canines. Where was it?!

"My skull.." She muttered indirectly to his question as her gaze drifted off to focus on the bleak surroundings of the ravine they now both found themselves trapped in. Hexamora really needed to get back to finding it. There was no time to help a lost little squirt find his mommy and daddy when she had more important things to do. Like find her precious. His life was of no importance to her nor affect her in any way. If anything he was just a burden that would slow her down. Keeping this in mind she sauntered off without a word to @Kova , her head craning down to sweep over the snow in a left to right pattern, hoping to whatever mystical force existed that she would find it. It had come to be like a safety blanket for the dove coated woman. Not like she needed it, but its presence was always cherished.