A solid week had come and gone since the ivory woman had found herself at the borders of Fallen Tree Cove with her body worse for ware. Every little motion she took revealing the ribcage situated just beneath the thin layer of skin above them. She had been clinging on for dear life that day and succumbed to her desperation, seeking out the nearest wolf for help with a howl that luckily reached the ears of Vespertio, the pack patriarch. It had taken a bit of pushing to convince him to let her join the pack, but finally she managed to convince him to accept her. If he hadn't who knew what would have happened to her that night. To her death would have surely come for her nonexistent soul with chilling phantom fingers ready to bring her body to the ground and let the soil absorb her flesh while whispering magniloquently into the deafening ears atop her head how everything would soon be blissful, no more pangs of hunger or pain in general.

But that was then and this was now. There was no reaper whispering in her ear to kiss his lips of death. Small audits flicked briefly as her snowy form glided over the slush that began to from beneath her paws from the warming sun, mismatched eyes focusing on nothing specific as she made her way towards the lake shore. With the warming of the weather also came the heat of all female wolves of age. Hexamora was sure that she was going to be lucky this year and not have one from how poor her condition was, but lady luck wasn't smiling down at her this season. A sense of formication leaving her skin to feel like fleas were dancing just beneath the surface. Not even the large population of pine trees with their rough barked trunks could rid her pelt of its itching despite how hard she rubbed against them. All it managed to do was remove bits of her shedding winter coat, nothing else. A dip in the lake may help to sooth the rise in her body temperature and itching, even if only momentarily. A moment was enough to keep her from going insane more than she technically already was.

With an easy going lope towards the awaiting water today seemed to be going good. So far pack life wasn't as horrible as she first imagined. Laying around eating to her hearts content was heaven even if she had to do it when nobody else was looking. Once she felt eyes upon her(especially Vespertio who watched her like a hawk) it was back to pretending to be a good member of society. Suckers. Before her eyes now laid the thawing lake, its edges out to a few feet revealing chunks of broken ice due to the warming weather. But that wasn't the only thing. Along the lake stood two tawny colored shapes, wolf by the distinct canine aroma but nothing more could be discovered by scent from this distance. Instantly the fur covering her hackles and shoulder blades bristled as muscles tensed. Strangers had found their way near the borders. Then an idea suddenly flashed across her mind and caused the inky black lining of her lips to pull back forming a small smirk. What if she was to recruit these two it would help to keep that damn agouti leader off her back. "Lovely day for a visit to the lake, huh?" A sweet tone left her jowls as an innocent persona laid a cloak over her true form once she came within hearing distance of the two, continuing at her slow pace. There was no hurry in toying with these two nor did she quite have the strength just yet to try anything physical. This would be a game of pure brains and word of tongue.

So far so good as the pearl tinted woman closed the distance between the trio until she was situated at an angle proper for keeping an eye on both females without causing too much strain on herself while being able to lower her head and lap at the waters surface whenever her throat begged for relief at the same time. Today seemed like a sunday service by the lakeside and it left Hexamora to wonder if the warming temperatures would bring even more wolves to the larges source of water within this mountain area. Mojave was the first wolf to answer her question and basically verbally express the thoughts she had just had. So the lake indeed was beginning to become the hub of social interactions. A mental note to avoid the lake during the day was taken to insure she didn't run into others too often. Under the cover of night she could enjoy the solidarity of life she had come to treasure. If only her precious was with her to enjoy it as well. Poor skull was lost and buried under the snow somewhere waiting for spring to melt it away, revealing its location if something else hadn't already beat her to it and taken it for themselves.

Then the second tawny woman spoke up voicing her opinion, though her words were far shorter than the first. A simple it is being her exact words. Slinking forward until her nails touched icy edge of the water her head lowered to steal a quick lap at its surface before continuing pleasantries. Lifting her head from the waters surface icy liquid dripping along her chin hairs a small shake to her pelt followed in an attempt to keep from scratching at herself. Damn these heat cycles and persistent itching it created. "I take it you two aren't from around here then?" Hex spoke with as much curiosity as she could muster to make it seem like she actually cared. In truth she didn't give a rats behind where they came from. But for now she was content to play the nice wolf while gathering what information she could about the two before beginning a sort of recruitment plan. So far she had only learned their age, both young with one being a yearling the other just reaching the cusp of adulthood and lack of pack scent to their coats. The older of the two though had a different aroma permeating around her. There was no mistaking the throat clenching perfume of a female in heat. To a male though the scent would be intoxicating. To other females it was revolting and often brought out the inner beast that slept inside. A beast that craved dominance. Had Hexamora not been in such a watered down version of her own heat there would have been a chance that she would throw her weight around, but being weak still from a state of emaciation no such actions would be taken this spring.