Hunger had once again come to drive the single eyed woman from her dungeon. The fellow subordinates attending to their pack duties giving her the perfect opportunity to dash - as fast as her stumbling legs would allow, for a buried rabbit in the cache sight without being seen. The last thing Hexamora was wanting to do was draw unwanted attention to herself. Since losing her eye the idea of facing others had made her stomach churn in threat of regurgitating what little food she managed to stuff down these days. A depression she was unwilling to admit to cloaking her aura in a dark cloud. An encounter yesterday by a familiar face, Noble, interesting to say the least. How the cards of fate had changed hands. The spiteful woman now the one to hug the ground and seek the fastest get away. Fate was cruel was it not?

It wasn't until the low hum of something all together powerful began to fill her ears did the wraith like woman halt her advances. 'This isn't the pack cache.' she groaned mentally and verbally. Once again her lack of proper sight had led the woman astray. Now finding herself within the midst of the Sacred Grove. A place she had visited once before and was actually the location she had found her precious Oh how she missed that rotted wolf skull, her travel companion. And damn that blizzard from taking it away from her!  But all vengeful thoughts ceased as a sudden sound surpassed that of the grove's hum. "Agh look at me! Place gleamin' with th' worlds finest blessin's n' I not absorbin' any of it! Bah!" So it would seem Hexamora wasn't alone. Great, just what she needed. "Ain't no blessing to see 'ere"she scoffed in response to the stranger's babbling. A low groan emitted at the pain that coursed behind her empty socket from the effort of speech. Clearly a lot of healing still needed to be done.  

Stepping out from the shadows like a wraith in the pale moonlight she appeared before the yearling. Head rising to reveal all grotesqueness that was her shredded eye socket to the boy, brow above her good eye rising for a fraction of a second before the sudden change in the biscuit and ashen tinged boy's voice caught her attention. Something entirely inaudible that Hexamora doubted was even English tumbled form his white furred lips while taking repulsed steps away from her. Was..was that a stab of hurt the woman felt in response to his actions? Muscles flinching as if he had actually caused her physical pain. Of course, this didn't stop her from collecting herself and doing what she did best. "'Ow 'bout that's none of yer business, twerp." Covering her true emotions up with smart ass comments and snarls. So typical of the woman.

Remaining silent for a moment she watched with a low guttural growl forming in her throat as the inconsiderate jerk gawked for too long at the missing extremity from her facial features. Lips quivering with desire to raise just a fraction of an inch to reveal the first flashes of canines. For a yearling, his parent's sure hadn't taught him a thing or two about respect. Perhaps it was something she would need to instill in him. And perhaps she would if she wasn't so out of it. How could she install him with respect if she could barely stand on her own four limbs in that current moment? "Lost it in a fight, alright?" She answered him shortly, words intentionally curt. The growl in her throat only increasing in volume as Nero had the nerve to try to discreetly mimic her disability by closing an eye. Seriously? Was she really the class experiment now? Talk about a confidence destroyer.

But it wasn't as if the pearl coated woman didn't know how hideous she looked. Those once mesmerizing optics of chocolate brown and pine green that were at odds with one another now left to a single mundane green. That first week after the incident she had traveled down to the lake for a drink and the sight that greeted her upon the glassy surface was gruesome enough to bring up her breakfast and force a tear out of her functioning eye. The salt not exactly helping to numb the pain that radiated from her freshly torn socket. In days since she had seen the way others had looked at her in passing. The gossip that was muttered around the territory about her. Collectively dragging the once proud woman into a state of depression. The darkness of her den the only comfort left in the world. But this...this boy, he was the second to out right point and laugh at her. Noble, the first. Regardless Hexamora Beauvau was not liking this feeling that consumed her.

Quickly the partially blinded woman tensed muscles and revealed a ready set of daggers behind ebony lips as single functioning optic caught motion coming from the larger, young boy. Cranium shifting sideways to keep her eye trained on him at all times. Hexamora felt it was ridiculous the need felt for such displays of intimidation toward the already disadvantaged woman. Could he not tell the wraith pelted she-wolf was in no condition for confrontation to this degree? Black curtain lips pulled back further in a hushed warning snarl as ears swept back to press against her skull. Hearty chuckle on his behalf holding little effect in putting the woman at ease. If anything, worsening her unease. Taking a couple steps back to put distance between their bodies again, rear haunches lowered to touch cool earth before ears pivoted forward. 

Humility had no intentions of befriending her within the pages of the book being read. "HA. Lozt th' eye, tell me ya at leasht won th' fight! Come on, dun leave m' hangin'! Ya didn' lame y'shelf fer nothin' right?" A new emotion for the snowy woman began to surface within her being. A shameful whimper of sorts - faint in volume - intertwined with the low humming of the grove. Audits once more creating a sweeping motion to touch the back of her cranium as stomach churned in disgust at herself. The new posture of her embodiment  a strong enough force to portray her answer without the assistance of words. "Y'know, yer one eye aint sho' bad though. Green az turf I'd shay." An empty compliment to the wolf. "Spare me the lies. I'm a monster." her lips conveyed. 

Shorter than the snap of fingers her entire demeanor had come to shift. Rising on shaky limbs, paws turned to make her leave as both skull and tail drooped low. Who was she trying to fool anymore? 

Apparently the biscuit hued boy had other ideas on the matter as his larger frame came swiftly to block her path of departure, forcing the down trodden woman to halt. Immediately the flattened guard hairs along her hackles and nape rose defensively in response to the temporary roadblock. Fleshy lips twitching to be pulled back and expose canines once again to the foolish boy as ears pressed to her skull. Why was this boy so intrigued to converse with a cripple? A sigh broke past his lips before an array of words came tumbling afterward. "Ye' not a monzter. Sho y' got an uncommon trait, that'z hardly a bad thing ma'am." At this Hexamora's ears pricked up slightly from their formerly pressed position, single lid narrowing with scrutiny at the sudden exchange of verbal kindness if that was what you could call it. One minute a total jackass, the next kind? He had to be as twisted as herself to skip so easily from one emotion to the other.

A grumble in her throat was the only response offered as ivory limbs slowly lowered dirt clad haunches back to the earth. Clearly she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. Angling her head to keep the boy in her single line of sight she continued to listen to his practiced spiel. "Are you done lecturing me on how to deal with my problems? If you knew me you'd know I rarely appear weak." She drawled. 'If he doesn't can it soon with the sappy I might puke.' The pearl coated woman groaned mentally. Sappy and inspirational was definitely not her style of going about things.

Rotating ears listened as the boy offered one final verse in his sophisticated speech before offering a grunt to seal the conversation closed. Much to her relief, although Nero had made quite the point. It would take time; as did all things, to heal, but it would heal and when it did her malicious reign could begin anew.  Hexamora could rise with a new face of fear to haunt the nightmares of slumbering pups and those weak at heart. What a pleasant thought that was. But, diabolical plotting could only be short lived as the biscuit pelted boy's voice soon shattered her mental scheming. "Waz ye' name?" was asked before followed up with a speal about himself and his birth rights. So Nero Calventius was his name. Boring stuff to the ivory clad woman.

"Primrose." the alias name flowed off her tongue like melted butter, pine green optic focusing on the lad's face the best it could. "Of Hollow Peak within the Noir mountains." she added her homeland with a mocking tone faintly dripping off her words. The woman had high doubts he, or anyone for that matter knew of the place she had been born and raised. It was nothing special and much like Nero's family, her own were a bunch of pansies that swore to a system of living that down right drove her up the wall. Exactly why eventually she was forced out upon showing alarming psychopathic signs. Nobody wants to have a psycho watching their pups right?