Firefly Ravine No you're right, there are lots of reasons I'm a terrible person

some part of the phantom wanted to find pink-eyes again. moaning was dull when there was no one there to listen to it, and perhaps she could even haunt him. she wasn't sure if she was allowed to, given that she wasn't entirely dead and all, but still.

her nose had brought her here, to the scent of freshkill, intertwined with the scent of thick bile. she was remarkably upset to find some other woman here already, though she didn't seem to show much interest in the kill. perhaps that was because of the vomit on it, to which Mildred let slip a teary moan, most upset at the bile on the ripped up fawn, but knowing she'd eat it anyways. she shuffled within view of the girl and sat, waiting patiently for her to either move or eat so she could decide if it would be of any use to wait here for scraps.