Ouroboros Spine you better run, better run, outrun my gun

He didn't have to wonder with a wolf like Envy. She was an open book, always ready to talk about every facet of the subject at hand until it is entirely explored. She didn't often need to prove this, but it had been surreptitiously done before. And she did it automatically; because though she herself came off very one-sided, she often showed a keen sense for detecting underlying questions (without the ability to ignore them) and a certain emotional intellect, though she didn't always share such deep sentiment.

"Oh we eat everything we get our paws on back home -- no savin' up there -- a real every wolf for itself type deal, you know? But like, only if your talkin' small grabs like this," she gestured abnormally close to rabbit, longingly... suggestively; she pulled her foot back. "Pack kills we ate by rank -- you lot do that too.. or not?" She blinked up at the copper-eyed male curiously, stub tail twitching back and forth like a curious rabbit. (Word to the deceased.)