The Heartwood we kill heroes 'round here

The past two days had not been sweet to Envy's belly, and she felt as if she were getting hungrier by the minute. Her chases had not gone as well and the more she missed the more frustrated she got -- which in turn only seemed to make her more sloppy than usual. Her survival thus far in her life had been a mostly dependent one, and though she was quite capable on her own four feet, this was not to say she was particularly talented at it. Practice would be her decree, but at the moment it was the farthest thing from her mind.

She just wanted something on her stomach.