Porcupine Ridge Shapeshifter

Envy kept herself busy, always occupied with one thing or another. Slinking through the dense forest of the ridge's slopes, she slipped through fog and snow-slicked rock; a wraith of the mountains. She was bored, truth be told, she'd come to linger near the borders to find something to slake that feeling.

She'd felt strange lately. Restless and itching to crawl out of her own skin.

He'd know those blood-red eyes anywhere.

Envy, he greeted her, a shadow slipping closer as he met her gaze with his. How are you?

No doubt she would have been rattled by the recent changes in rank. But she seemed like one who'd adjust to shifting circumstances, and here she still was—patrolling, ostensibly.

Hex sighed briefly, settling in alongside the woman as he awaited her reply.

Tattered ears pricked, her head turned to spot the slender shadow slipping from the dark wood, a grin of content toying at her jaws.

Heeex.She echoed the same greeting, an impish twist to the cadence of her voice. I've bin' fine. she said with a quick roll of bony shoulders. I'm making sure there's no trouble n' scarin' em' all off. Envy mused, gaze trailing to the valley that bordered the slopes, the winding river below such a small thing from up her. Just as quickly, she brought it back to the seer, silent inquisition in her devouring stare.