Tucked peacefully within the personal sanctuary of her humble and isolated domain, stained teeth worked feverishly at the tender bundle of fresh rabbit meat trapped beneath arctic paws. Tuft after tuft of patchy beige fur was torn away, a taunting task that had to be done before the true reward was granted. Lady Luck was on Hexamora's side for once as the symbolized woman granted the ivory clad wolf her first kill in months since both joining the pack and her incident with Aponi. A feat she dared not question considering her newly acquired condition. Instead, jaws sank contently into the tender meat that would soon quell her hunger. Metallic tang of blood on her coral tongue enough to silence the demon within.
But, paradise could nor would last long for Hexamora as a piercing cry of that damned siren, Namid, beckoned the presence of those under her rule. Disgruntled by having her meal interrupted, there was no choice but to abandon her chew toy for now. If the Beauvau woman wished to continue getting by unnoticed her presence would unfortunately need to be accounted for at this wretched meeting. Heaving her weight onto all four limbs, a quick shake of her pelt freed the loose bits of rabbit fur from her pelt before padding out into the open world. Single optic narrowing to a slit from the sudden bombardment of light.
Ivory pads made quick, yet silent steps across the land towards the arranged meeting arena. Nerves well hidden beneath a constant disguise gnawing at her every fiber. This would be the first time the pack would come to see the fate that had befallen the white devil. A side attraction to come in comparison to whatever news the leaders wished to discuss. It didn't take long for her to reach the collected gathering, phantasmal silhouette opting to keep to the shadows near the back. Her presence enough to be noted, but by no means would she openly engage with her peers. The sooner this ended, the sooner she could return to eating.