So much within such little time happened as in the blink of an eye the pup and his russet colored friend were gone, descending the knoll she now stood upon towards the gathering of wolves in an attempt to get a bite of food. How was she suppose to con him into winning her precious carcass if he went all willy nilly to fraternize with the enemy! Some partner in crime he turned out to be and reminded her never to send a pup to do the dirty work. Their poor tiny minds couldn't keep plans straight even if they wanted to. Silently she stood on her hill, glaring down at the every growing collection of thieves below with her bi-colored gaze of stone as they fed upon her meal. It was her luck that the bison was there. This was her meal, her food, hers hers hers and they were stealing it! A growl followed her mental screaming before a thought clicked and quickly pushed the tantrum away. Now that the pup was down there she had an excuse to venture down and eat her fill. Her stomach voiced its opinion then as it gurgled and groaned with the desire to be fed like it deserved. Brilliant! The pup had some use still after all.
With this thought tucked safely in the recess of her mind the ivory Beauvau woman made the descent towards the gathering, intent on getting what was in her mind rightfully hers. Her stare quickly darted between the mixture of brown, dark and light pelts as she marched confidently forward with her tail raised behind her in a posture to indicate she wasn't afraid of a few pack wolves and settled herself neatly along the curvature of the belly between the light colored female and dark coated male both of which smelt of different packs. That didn't matter though as packs meant nothing to Hexamora these days and thus she placed a single paw on the middle of the belly before lowering her head to tear a large chunk from the bison, her taste buds welcoming the morsel and much needed source of calories. Hexamora 'Primrose' was gonna be eating good today and nobody was gonna stop her now. Nobody.