Salmon tongue rolled out like a pink carpet between parted jowls to allow heavy panting to release small vapor clouds into the chilly morning air. Snowy pads that had gradually grown acquainted to the mountainous terrain traversing over the slick granite slopes that made up the heights near the lost lake. Nails scratching at their sun bleached surface wherever weed like plants hadn't began to grown yet between the cracks as an unmatched pair of brown and green optics constantly scanned over the next set of rocks for the proper foothold before taking a step further away from the lost lake. A lake the white she-devil had come to call home, if only temporary. A place she now found herself wanting to put as much distance between herself as 'the pack' deemed allowable. Not like she actually gave a rat's ass about following the rules. But yet to reach her goals of returning to complete health for long distance traveling to who knew where the wraith woman grudgingly abides by the pathetic rules. All in due time though. Soon she could pick up her old hunt for her precious.    

Hitting a sparse expanse of trees Hexamora brings herself to a slow halt. Allowing her sides to heave in the effort of bringing enough air into her gasping lungs. 'Damn shortness of breath.' That was something she was going to need work on. With the gradually increasing weight and muscle building back to her once skeletal embodiment they would need to be trained back into prime shape. To become fluid movements and not so gaspy and weak with the slightest bit of exercise. Hexamora Beauvau was not a weakling. Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the dwindled speck of blue indicating the resting place of the lake the wraith woman mentally saw the distance fit enough for the time being. Nobody from the pack would dare follow her out here, especially that pregnant and snarl invoking silvery lead female. That brought a smug smirk to her dark tinted lips. Finally alone time. Lowering dirt clad haunches the plushness of her tail thumped lazily at her side, pink tongue still dangling out of slightly parted jaws. A juicy hare suddenly sounded good to the starved woman.

Not long into her resting and the sound of pebbles scattering their way down the slope to tumble to the bottom, partially gathering against her rump caught the attention of the wraith woman. Ears pricking forward at the commotion before a young, sneering voice interjected with speak of how one shouldn't be so far from home if climbing was not their expertise. Immediately an exasperated look adorned the features of Hexamora's colorless face while the mismatched marbles situated where eyes should be maneuvered with the rotation of her head to catch a glimpse of the nuisance that dared interrupt her alone time. Before the woman stood a silver coated fae whom couldn't possibly be anything shy of a freshly turned adult by the smell that lofted off her pelt mingled with the all too familiar pack scent. It was clearly not of her own pack by the lack of prominent pine and musky earth of water drenched soil mirroring that of the lakeside..and another smell mixed within caught her attention for the briefest of seconds. Stupid bitch got herself knocked up. Ha! A snort of bemusement uttering from the nostrils atop her muzzle. 'Aw, did honey have fantasies of playing den with papa and baby growin' up?' came the snide comment within the quietness of her mind.  

Rising to her feet the look of exasperation dissipated into an utterly vexed expression, giving her ivory pelt a solid shake to rid any pebbles that had thoughts of hitching a free ride on her rump thank to this little girl. Meeting sparkling blue eyes with the green and brown tint of her own the left forepaw lifted to curl in on itself against her chest to mimic the act of being hurt, a pitiful and dramatic whine leaving her white furred lips to add extra effect to her acting. "Ouch, I'm hurt. However will I recover from such hurtful words?" Another snort leaving Hex followed by the slightest of laughs as her body stood upright on all fours again, tail swinging disinterestedly behind her. "I'm shaking in my little paws." A dramatic eye roll following suit. It would take a lot more than some words to get the woman to budge from her spot and head back up to the lost lake where her family according to Vespertio; the agouti patriarch, awaited her. Not exactly the best company in her mind.  

Little by little the wraith white woman was watching the silver counterpart unravel before her eyes. The effects of a one night stand pregnancy making themselves known. Or was that just how the bitch was? Overly angered and quick to snap in your face verbally. A flick of a silver tipped tail in clear annoyance and a warning of sorts soon were dished out to the older of the two. At the mentioning of Hexamora being an old hag, though, it took what little self control she had to keep from bristling her fur and lifting the sheath like curtain of her lips over her stained daggers. Inside she knew that was exactly the sort of reaction the girl was aiming to achieve, but Hexamora was just as good at playing this game of the mind. Instead she let the comment roll off her like water on a duck's back, giving the statement a lassitude shrug. Playing around as if she had not heard the words at all.

The sound of a low growl did happen to catch her interest in the slightest. Pearly audits pivoted forward to catch the low hum in the pregnant girl's throat before it was cut short. A new look contorting the features of her face with a sickening smile of..joy? adorning the young wolf's features as the ice blue pools of her eyes took on the same temperature as their shade indicated. Another bout of word vomit leaving her lips. "Are you referring to the one that knocked you up? Your.." pausing to stifle a laughter threatening to erupt from her throat. "Honey how delusional are you? You were nothing but a good screwing, you little harlot. If he was your mate then why isn't he at your side right now, hm?" Rising a brow, her heterochromic gaze swept over her opponent to gauge the reaction and possible shit storm she just unleashed. Oh what fun it was causing havoc.  

Hexamora was calling her out on her bluff if it was a bluff to begin wit. What did she know of this woman and the status she may have actually shared with the man she now proclaimed to be her mate. It would take a lot more than threatening words to make the old hag budge from her post. She wasn't intruding on their territory nor had she emptied one of their chaches. A thought that did happen to cross her mind. This so called mate of hers would have to physically chase her back to the lake if they wanted her pest like presence to be exterminated.

Holding steady as the silver female approached with two slowly taken steps the points of her audits pivoted with mild interest at the words meant to hold a venomous sting. Refusing to back down from a more physical display than the verbal one used previously as the muscles in her weary limbs tightened in preparation for any pinch of skin Aponi planned on making with her teeth. Mirroring the rolling of the icy blue eyes with the brown and green of her own an exhausted huff left her lips. So he had a pack to run and others to boss around, big deal. Didn't paint him any prettier at being a shining example of a father, or mate.

All the while Hexamora had noted the desire for a fight burning behind those icy blue eyes. Amused at the notion this foolish girl was more willing to put the old hag in the dirt than protect the precious bundles carried in her stomach. A snort wanted to rise up through her nostrils at this. 'Clearly you're no better a mother than the bastard father that knocked you up.' Inside her mind was on the ground rolling in fits of laughter at the poor girl. Would it be a fun adventure to see just how far this girl would go? Perhaps she could do the pack a favor and spare the bitch from bringing forth another generation of idiots into the world. All it would take was some strategic blows to the stomach right? Surely she can manage that even being as tired as she was from the exhausting trek up the hill. "I'm sure he misses you oh so much at the end of a busy day." she spat back with an equal amount of venom tied to her words. Fool.

What happened next came without warning. The world around the duo began to slow dramatically before her mismatched eyes. A single paw lifted in a feeble attempt at eluding the unavoidable attack only to be met with utter darkness and a sickening pop like sound in her eardrums. Darkness that seemed to last forever as the pain of what had just happened set in. Like an uncontrollable inferno the section of skull and flesh around Hexamora's right eye socket began to burn and throb unbearably, Unbeknownst to the Beauvau woman that the visual organ had been ripped from its home and now dangled limply from between the teeth of her enemy. Stream after stream of crimson liquid trickling down from the gaping wound to stain the once white fur of her right cheek. Dribbling heavily enough to begin forming small pools on the rocky surface beneath her paws.

Agony wracked her body as a shrill cry of pain erupted from her ebony lips. Head now lowered to press into the cold stone and dirt of her paw attempting to extinguish the fire dancing behind her now eyeless socket. "MY EYE! YOU FUCKING BITCH! MY EYE!" she screamed out like a banshee fresh out of hell all the while her body writhed against the ground smearing her blood everywhere. Nearly convulsing from the degree of pain coursing through her recently shredded sinew. The world around her grew darker as the sound of Aponi's snarls grew hushed under the thunderous pumping of her blood in her ears. Making the woman become discombobulated enough to stumble backwards. The lack of sight making it even harder to tell which way was up as each step made her paws trip over the other. Sending her body tumbling back down towards the lake. More cries of pain sounding out onto the air with each sharp jab to her hips, back and head on the way down from colliding with minor rock clusters and tree trunks. Eventually giving the old hag a break as her body found leveled ground. Her body nothing more than a heap of battered flesh and blood now. The faint rising of her sides and harrowing whines the only indication that she was still breathing and alive.  

Some form of luck had to have been on her side that day. Allowing her to escape with her life although her brown tinted optic had to remain behind. Still dangling from Aponi's jaws as her body tumbled down..down..down. It was the price she had to pay for messing with the wrong wolf. Now left blind in her right eye. What challenges the pearly woman now faced.

Exit.