Envy went far, each time she'd spill from the plains of Yellowstone she'd go a little farther. This trail of hers was an important milestone, and one she'd been crafting since they'd made the mistake decision of allowing her to shelter with them and provide her services. Services she hadn't gotten to do much with, much to her distemper.

It made her restless, aching to occupy herself. This one never could sit still. She never was one for midwifery, but it seemed that would be her most important task going forward... and that was naught but an occasional tea for an ache or a bug. Nothing of bloody glory, or of difficult challenge. Not yet, at least.

Regardless of her disinterest in the idle aspects of being a healer, she had beat it into her little brain-cave that things had to be perfect. She had to be stocked, she had to be informed. That was partly why she trailed out here, so far away. Believe it or not, not all herbs grew in the same places, and so she had to get her steps in.

The air here stunk of fox, and she quickly perked up. What harm was a little detour, to ravage one undeserving fox? She itched with the desire to practice, for who could condemn her out here?

She followed the scent a little ways across the meadow, tacked onto the trail and woefully unaware of the rest of her surroundings. Laser focus. She would not realize until she was in sight that another was lingering at the opposite end of this tunnel. She crooked her head at him, a larger man, yet there was an air of desperate hunger to him, evident in the slightest show of ribs beneath fur and well... who would hunt a fox? She did not come across others with her hobbies very frequently (really, ever), so that was the only logical explanation. That, or he was just y'know, sitting there, minding his business next to a foxhole.

Still, how strange it was, to be the one who wasn't starving, for once. It filled her with the vaguest shiver of superiority.

Would he move? Would he speak? Was he defensive of this quarry? She did not make room for caution where it might've been warranted. No, this was her usual bold-faced confidence.

Hey! You hunting this? She yips, tail thrashing behind her.

Mm, you never know. She begun to dig furiously at the tunnel opening on her end, staining pale forelimbs with muddied earth, and doing very little to unveil this elusive fox.

She gave this act up quickly, letting out a puff of frustration. Maybe if he hadn't chased the bloody thing into a hole in the first place, she'd have had a toy for the afternoon.

Well, next best thing, she supposed—she couldn't exactly operate on him, tear him apart and stitch him back together like she'd initially intended to do with the fox, oh no, that was a fight she was a far cry from winning; but something beckoned her to stay. Be it boredom, restlessness, a hunger for socialization, a sheer desperate urge to be a pain in the ass. Who knew? Not her! She followed her whims without question or moment of thought.

The scrawny wretch would slowly rise from her haunches, inching closer and closer, like a coyote stalking a carcass, waiting for the wolves to leave.

He kinda looked like one, all hunched over, heat-beaten and still, aside from his eyes, which followed her with every step and bore a look of displeasure. ...You could always camp here all night. Wait for it ta' pop out... I hear foxes can go a couple days without food... What about you? She crows with a gleam of taunt in her uncanny red eyes, halting her advance and skittering around the bushes without pause.

He was the toy, now, in place of the would-be carrion.