Fallen Tree Cove Protect and Serve

For @Anthem Following immediately after the pack meeting on 7/20

As silent as a ghost ivory limbs maneuvered their way through the dense collection of pine topiary, hardened pads intent on putting as much ground between the dispersing meeting and herself before anyone halted her progress. Undoubtedly, Anthem, the second male in command would be tracking in her wake to force out any information Hexamora could remember from the day her visual organ was yanked from its socket. A topic the colorless woman wanted not to discuss. Puzzling as it was trying to grasp the concept of what triggered his sudden urge to be protective over her, pack member, or not, there was no escaping the oncoming conversation that was soon to unfold between the highest ranking subordinates. 

Brushing tangled fur against the rough bark of passing tree trunks unintentionally, she traversed a less traveled path in hopes of deterring whomever decided to tag behind her. Of course, being one-eyed didn't exactly make the going easy on the aging wolf. Time after time low grunts would be forced from her lungs into the open air as a result of colliding with unseen obstacles such as an uprooted root, or misplaced rock. Easily tripping Hexamora if she did not pay close enough attention to each placed footstep she took, hindering the speed she wished to travel.

Head craned over one shoulder her skull angled about to survey her surroundings with her functioning eye. A satisfied and smug smirk adorning her inky lips at the lack of a shadow tailing her. Good, perhaps Anthem had better plans than to pester a half blind woman and was beckoned elsewhere allowing smooth sailing back to her hobbit hole and partially touched meal. Already close enough to inhale the sweet aroma of spilled blood and fresh meat ready to be devoured, her pace quickened only slightly. Abdomen rumbling its selfish demands to be sated.

@Hexamora

She had slipped away when he hadn't been looking. He could have cursed himself, but he hadn't wanted to do that in front of the pups or the others. He was the beta he needed to try and be somewhat proper. At least that is what he told himself. Then he finally slipped away to try and find the white woman who he had told that they would be talking. His paws were steady on the ground as he searched and found the scent of Primrose in the air. He quickly began to follow her through the trees. He had been putting off talking to her for too long and now that there was the hint of threat to the pack and the pups he couldn't put it off any longer and he wasn't about to let her slip out of it. His gaze quickly scanned the trees searching for a hint of white among them. She couldn't have gotten too far. His gaze caught on a tree where some white fur dangled he quickly investigated before moving on once more. He was close but soon he would be closer as he sped up.

There. He finally saw her weaving through the trees as if she had some purpose or goal in mind. A faint rumble came from his chest in displeasure. She really didn't want to talk to him did she? He didn't want to talk to her either to be honest, but they would both have to grit their teeth and deal with it. Because he was going to make sure that it was dealt with. Making sure that he was close enough so that she wouldn't be able to run off he finally called out his voice holding annoyance. Primrose stop. If she continued to try and get away from him he was going to just keep following her until they talked. He was the hunter and her the hound she just didn't realize it yet.

I am the Anthem we sing,

  

My sister the Angele we follow,

     

My brother ,Nathaniel, our guide

Together we shall not stray.

Sadly her attempt at fleeing the scene undetected proved futile as an annoyed laced voice boomed out from behind her causing rounded audits to swing backwards and ivory limbs to reach a standstill just as the voice commanded. Her skull didn't need to steal a glance backwards to know who it was that honed in on her pasty form, the sudden flow of masculine cologne and a unique ingredient that served as a personal identification more than enough to reveal Anthem to her. There was no escaping to her personal abode now, nor was it worth leading the stormy man closer to its whereabouts.

Turning partially to her left, the singular optic focused on the approaching male while a small grimace tugged the corner of her ebony lips downward toward the earth as haunches carefully lowered to rest upon the collection of fallen pine needles. Once the fluff of her tail wrapped around her pressed together paws, she spoke up. "You wanted to talk, so let's talk and get this over with then shall we?" Hexamora's voice rang out in an exhausted tone, an indication that she was in no form thrilled with the exchange of words they would soon partake in. Surely the larger brute felt a similar way about the current predicament the duo now shared. 

"Obviously I'm right in assuming this has to do with my wounds?" The Beauvau woman pressed on, head angled in such a way as to keep her empty socket from being entirely exposed to the other. Entirely healed at this point, there was still bits of confidence deficiency that remained as an aftermath of the incident from having it be so painfully obvious to others. The world around her was made entirely new now that she saw it through a single eye. A struggle to figure a way around her handicap and live life as normally as she could despite it.

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As soon as his words were spoken the white woman stopped. Good then this conversation wasn't going to be prolonged. They could get it over and done with and go their separate ways. He made his way over as she sat down likely preparing herself for what was to come. He remained standing when he found a comfortable distance from her. He watched her silently noting how she kept her face turned slightly away from him, shielding her scars from. He didn't have any pity on his face nor did he have any disgust on it. A wound was a wound and he had seen worse, much worse in his travels. Some of them he had dealt himself. The tired tone did get past him and he simply nodded in agreement hoping that the less he spoke the smoother that this would go. He would try to not get into an argument if he could, but they would just have to see what happened. 

Anthem let out a soft sigh. Yes, I would like to know how you got them and from who. He told her keeping his tone neutral. He really didn't want to fight with her but this talk had to happen one way or another. Plus it was better now than later when they might have someone coming after them to get another chunk of flesh from Primrose. The thought made him oddly protective and he didn't know what to do with it. This woman was an annoyance and a hinder to the pack, but she was their annoying wolf and if they couldn't make her bleed then neither could anyone else. The realization made him want to laugh at the absurdity of it but he found it true and ti just made him want to return the wound to the other wolf. Then if they show up at our borders I might be able to return the favor. He added a dark menace in his voice. With that he fell quite waiting to see what story she would weave and who he might need to protect the pack and her from.

I am the Anthem we sing,

  

My sister the Angele we follow,

     

My brother ,Nathaniel, our guide

Together we shall not stray.

There are several fresh rabbit tracks in the mud. Hunt Opportunity

Anthem halted a distance away from where her haunches took residence, his own refusing to touch the ground as she expected he would while her single orb silently took in the lack of any emotion upon his facial features. Not even a fraction of disgust was etched on his face, or within the blue pools of his eyes. This was strictly business to him and in her mind Hexamora thought, so be it. Arctic audits catching the faltered sigh that fell from his lips, Anthem began with the simple question asking who and how. Closing her singular eye for a spare moment she collected the memories of that day, a small wince contorting her features as the pain of it all washed over her until her lid was forced open seeing the silver pelted child's face.

Turning her head towards the stormy man, a sigh of her own betrayed her. "I have no recollection of a name. Titles were never exchanged between us, but it was young impregnated girl not long into adulthood with fur similar to yours. Very silver in tone with eyes as cold as snow and light blue like frozen ice." Hex paused her words, allowing the man time to digest the first portion of her story feeling no need to weave any false information into it. Uncharacteristic of herself, the Beauvau woman was willing to cooperate if it meant the chance of that wretched brat received the revenge she deserved. Admitting she had been bested by a child rattled the arctic woman.

"But I was to the south having decided to take some time to work on rebuilding the muscles I lost due to my condition upon joining. The heights near a plateau of sorts was where it happened. There was a pack near by, but I didn't cross any borders." She then paused again to shoot Anthem a defensive glare, visually emphasizing her words. Hexamora was rude and malicious, but not stupid. "I don't know the name of the pack either, but this bitch was one of them. Her fur smelt richly of evergreen, fir and a male older in age if that helps any."

Shifting herself to stand upon all fours again, she turned her head fully to the brute now, shaking the debris from her pelt. "As for returning the favor, her eyes are reserved with my name on them and by my doing will they one day lay at my feet." Who knew how long it would take before Hex was prime to fulfill her threat, but it would happen. "I doubt i'll be here still by then, but it will happen." Again, she was no fool. There was something big stirring in the air and it was gearing towards the ivory woman. No doubt an eviction was soon to happen, but she needed to stay until she knew she could handle life on her own again. Half blinded would make for an awful challenge at keeping herself alive alone.

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His ears pricked with interest as he listened to the story that was weaved from Primrose. She had been working on getting her strength back? Anthem couldn't fault her for that. He would have done the same thing. If you were trying to build your strength back up you needed to get out from the places you had gotten weak in or work twice as hard within them. The wolf that she described to him wasn't anyone that he had ever meet. Unless maybe Phyrrus fit the description but she was with the Bend wolves last time he had checked and hadn't left them. Unless she had done so since their last meeting but he didn't think that she would have done this. It wouldn't be like her. The mention of the pack to the south of them had his head shaking in disbelief. He let out a sigh as he finally sat down, eyes closing briefly. I think that they are called something along the lines of Moon Plateau. He said dryly still shaking his head as a chuckle escaped his lips. I was offered a place within their pack by one of their members. He explained. Now he was glad that he hadn't gone to that pack. If he had he would have had to deal with the woman who had so easily attacked someone who was from a different pack. 

The mention of the eyes going to her made him nod. Then I won't touch them. He told her giving her his full gaze, his tone filled with conviction. If this woman appeared at the borders then he would refrain from touching the eyes, but that didn't apply to the rest of her. He wondered if she would ever show her face to them and his eyes narrowed at the thought. Relaxing once more he gazed at her thoughtfully. Is there anything else that you think I should know? He questioned, wondering if she might have forgotten something or if she had with held any information. Anthem really didn't think she had but he just wanted to be sure.

I am the Anthem we sing,

  

My sister the Angele we follow,

     

My brother ,Nathaniel, our guide

Together we shall not stray.

Hexamora's single eye narrowed cautiously as Anthem succumbed to lowering into a seated position in her presence, arctic ears once more pivoting in his direction to catch the words that rolled off his tongue after a released sigh. This storm pelted man knew of this pack she spoke of, offering her some intellect on their calling, something along the lines of Moon Plateau, and an invitation to become one of them that warranted a scoff from the pearly woman. Had this brute before her been playing on the opposing team would Anthem still feel a need to correct the wrong done onto her, she pondered. Probably not she finally settled.

It was his question that asked if she had more to inform him with that caused her skull to face him fully, single optic still narrowed slightly. "That's all I can remember and the only useful information there is. What's done is done." Hexamora spoke, her usual tone of voice beginning to rise its ugly head again while her limbs pushed to stand on all fours. Silence settled between the two only to be broken by the gurgling of her empty stomach, serving as a reminder of her unfinished meal waiting at home. Yet, she couldn't lead him to it. What would be the point of a secret den if it wasn't just that?

It would seem luck was offering her a decent hand as a partial breeze lofted the aroma of rabbit to her nostrils. Gaze casting away from the larger wolf to hone in on its direction, the salmon of her tongue peeking between her swarthy, leathery lips to grace them with a quick swipe. Near the base of a sturdy mountain pine began the muddied trail of rabbit tracks, granting another empty rumble of her stomach. A thought then struck. "Say, you wouldn't mind helping me catch a rabbit will you? Learning to hunt again has been tricky at best doing so single sighted." No sign of tommyrot here. It couldn't hurt to have help just this once if it led him away from her den and filled her stomach right?