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"Cool," she nodded as the sedimentary wolf agreed to a temporary hunter-ship. And the stranger's request that they not chase something that had more than themselves was received just as well. It was a bright idea, though Envy would be hard-pressed to admit such a thing to anyone but herself. "Alright, deal: I promise not to go after anything that can leave the ground, as long as you promise not to turn on me with some fishy business and run off with the food. I'll share whatever we catch." Satisfied with the agreement, Envy's stubby tail perked up and she turned to lead them confidently in a hunting march.

She allowed herself to match the steps of her companion, and soon they were padding shoulder to shoulder as they went. "You got a name, or should I just call you Bright Eyes? M'name's Envy."