A couple days had come and gone since the pale woman had taken a nearly fatal dip into the frigid water of the Darkwater Rapids. Her paws only continued to walk upon the frozen earth from the heroic actions of a yearling that pulled the shivering mess of wet fur and bones out from the water, Hexamora's gratitude not exactly the greatest as she later stormed off from the girl when she wouldn't comply to hunting for food.  'Your shivering will ruin it all. I can't think with all that shivering you're doing!' She had whined in a mock imitation of Rift's voice in her head as she trudged through the snow away from the scene while attempting to hunt for herself. Little good that did seeing as there was nothing worth while to hunt(as if her shivering bones would let her hunt) and the few frost bitten bites of fallen birds she did manage to find did little to subdue the roaring beast of her stomach and its constant demands to be fed. If her shivering didn't give her presence away then the thundering rumbles of her stomach surely did.

Today there was no frozen over river to cross and risk falling into(she purposely avoided water sources now) as hardened pads from constant traveling maneuvered over the snowbanks, leaving behind her a trail of paw prints that allowed anyone who wanted to an easy way to find her. Hopefully that little girl didn't show her face or else there was a highly possibly chance it would end up on the floor staining the white snow crimson. But for now there was no other presence except her own, the light airy fragrance of frost rotted cherries filling the orchard she now found herself loping through. It was a pleasant change of scenery for the woman who had more than her fair share of miles now under her paws. Soaking in the hibernating trees her mismatched eyes swept from one thin trunk to another, coming to a halt as they discover she was actually not alone. Tucked beneath the wispy canopy of a cherry tree lay a dark silhouette nearly impossible to see if the sun hadn't begun its morning ascent into the grey colored sky, accenting the fine tips that held a shade of brown when the light shone upon them. A more curious fact was what this stranger was doing. That was when the faint scent of decay temporarily overpowered the floral scent of the cherries, causing her mouth to begin pooling with saliva and her stomach to voice its annoyance with not being fed yet. 'Shut up.' she grumbled at her stomach. The last thing she needed was to be discovered before she was ready to be. Or had her stomach already given her presence away?

A turn of the strangers head was all it took for her to realize that her cover was blown, the stranger(now becoming a he) rising to their feet to close the distance that lay between them. Crap. Why does everyone have to be drawn to me? She questioned mentally while the pools of her eyes that lay on opposite ends of the color spectrum tracked his movements closely, even noticing the array of feathers that floated down from his swarthy pelt. With the sun on her side advantage wise it didn't take long to notice the much larger frame he carried that easily towered over Hexamora and her drastically smaller one that was common for the arctic species. Normally the ivory wolf was a confident woman, but now that she was nothing but skin and bones on top of being on the smaller side of the scale her ears flung back to pin flatly against her skull. If she had her normal weight back the situation would be different. There was no way she could properly defend herself in her current condition should things go sour. As much as she hated it she would have to play nice this time around. Luckily the Beauvau woman was excellent at disguises.

"My dear, you seem to be hungry. Can I offer you a half crow?"  The words fell from his ebony lips before a charming smile could grace them. Now that answered the question of what he was doing and why there was a sudden aroma change accompanied by the black feathers, some of which still managed to cling to his fur. Before her jaws could part to speak her stomach rumble to do the talking for her, a clear indication that she was in fact hungry. Actually, down right emaciated was more exact. The lack of a constant meal was beginning to show from the dullness of her pelt and point along her body where some bones could be seen with the right movement of her dwindling muscle mass. "You have no idea how wonderful that would be!" A mock tone of genuine gratefulness laced her words despite the rustiness she had in using such sweet voices. As of late she had been more of the bitter ol' woman who bit everyone's head off than the sweet wolf everyone begged to be around. But with the chance of putting something into her empty stomach she couldn't risk losing it. Thus she took on the role of the sweet, innocent woman. 

"You don't have to act like that." The jig was up and her act came crumbling down to rest with the pile of feathers and guts before she had a chance to even begin. Mystery male was a cunning wolf, she had to give him that. Her sweet act fooled nearly everyone she used it on. Except this guy. With a soft huff and a shake of her pelt her ears remained pinned to her skull for a moment before swiveling forward to rest in a neutral position. His words said he didn't mean harm, but how could she properly believe anything he said? How was she to know he wasn't pretending to be the nice guy much like she had just pretended to be the good girl? For all she knew the half eaten crow was just the first piece of bate to lure her into whatever trap he had in mind. Of course it didn't help that the pale coated woman was borderline crazy sometimes. What in interesting conversation this would turn out to be.

Astraeus Taranath was his name after, voiced after separating the bird into the two equal shares for hte wolves. No response came from Hexamora as she contemplated giving her true name or the alias she had come to use when meeting others since her run in with the pack pup many moons ago at the carcass of a fallen bison. A bison that should have been eaten by her alone instead of feasted upon by others like some welcomed dinner table meal. "Hexamora." She opted to use, no lie lacing her words this time. It was always a risk giving her true name, but it was the least she could do after this Astra something guy gave her a chance to eat something. Cautiously adjusting her body to hunch over the ground in a not completely laying down position her bi-colored eyes warily swept from the dark hued man to the equally dark hued bird, seconds later digging her canines into the half torn carcass as her hunger took over. God it tasted so good despite the frost bite that had set into a good portion of the meat. And she would have continued to enjoy it if a stronger, more fresh scent didn't interrupt her helpless gorging. There was no mistaking the scent of fresh blood on the air and the mixed aroma of feline(most likely lynx or bob cat from what she had gathered about the felines in this land) and deer. The pearly woman wondered if her current company had smelt it too or if it was just her imagination running wild from her emaciated state.

It took a good portion of her self control not to snort at his comment about her name being pretty after he gave it a test for himself. No fancy title accompanied it and  there was nothing pretty about it. Plain and nothing but a name in which she was to be called. Soon the attention was removed from herself as her companion had indeed caught wind of the recently fallen prey or predator from what he voiced. Without hesitation her scrawny frame was set into motion to follow behind his towards the source of the smell, a helpless groan of what one would think to be of pleasure threatening to escape her ebony lips once her two toned gaze lowered onto the pile of deer meat freshly slain by the lynx that hovered over. A stand off and a few quick movements later and the bristle furred feline was running for the hills no doubt to lay in wait until the canines had moved on from its hard work. Luck had gifted the pair that day.

No argument was made as Aeus decided to settle on only a leg, giving her fair game at the remaining feast. The pink of her tongue slithered out to lick away the saliva that was beginning to dribble down her chops, stepping forward to place herself at a prime position to devour to her hearts content at the stomach yet to be torn open. With a quick glance to Aeus she gave a nod of silent thanks. Perhaps this guy wasn't as bad as she previously thought. Settling down now onto her stomach her razor sharp canines made quick work at slicing a suitable bite from the area before her, a crooning noise of enjoyment barely audible around the mouthful of much needed meat. Finally the gnawing pains of hunger would be soothed.