The time floated between the pair in silence as slowly but surely both had come to obtain a stomach full of fresh meat, enough still left over for Hex to return at a later date if she so wished to refill her stomach. Content with her fullness she went to work cleaning up the crimson stains that lined the majority of her muzzle, shifting her snout back and forth against the snow between her paws to essentially 'wash away' the blood until only the faintest trace of pink was left. Hearing his voice caused her head to lift, ears facing in his direction. Inside she gave a small cringe. Small talk was by far the one thing she had the least experience in. Being a woman of solidarity she often adverted the company of others instead of engaging them with talk of how the weather was or how the hunting was. It just wasn't her. She let him finish speaking before contemplating an answer. Did she really plan to tell him where she came from, tell him about herself? 'Oh hey, Im Hexamora from the Noir mountains and my parents kicked me out because i'm a psychopath.' Yeah, that would definitely make for an interesting topic for discussion.
Clearing her throat of any loose bits of flesh that could hamper her voice she let her ears flick back for a split second with uncertainty. "I can't say I've heard of there, nor do anyone know where I come from either. I'm from the Noir mountains way up north from here." It was best to keep out the fact she was kicked out and that was the only reason she now wandered aimlessly from one territory to another. A wandering gypsy with a mean streak.
"Speech."