Little devil, all alone

Envy · (This post was last modified: March 12, 2024, 12:28 AM by Envy.)

Entirely consumed by the task of intimidating a wounded hare out of its burrow, she hadn't noticed the idle traipse of paws until they were close enough for the stranger to pose his inquiry. She'd swing her head back over her shoulders, staring at the man whom trotted into the clearing with an upside-down gaze before scrambling to her feet and assuming a position much more dignified than that of sticking her head into a dingy hole.

She was hesitant as she turned around to face him, though the tone with which he spoke hadn't eluded to anything more sinister, and so she cast her doubts away with the wind, as if they'd never been there at all. Her tone was friendly, the excited sway of her tail a testament to her delight at the figure of another.

..No luck. None at all! I'm half-starved, and the stupid thing won't GET OUT!She informed him with a frantic touch to her tone, turning around to dig at the entrance of the burrow; a fruitless task which ended with muddied paws, and the thump of the silvery wretch sluouching to her haunches in defeat, an annoyed scoff echoing from ivory jaws.

Envy would instead turn her gaze back towards the mottled pelage of the other, not wallowing in defeat for hardly a second before moving to the next idea. An opportunity stood plainly. Wide-eyed, she stared him down with an unmatched intensity. Passionate about the subject matter, and ravenous even without near-starvation wracking her frame.

She wouldn't spend a moment debating, rather, she'd immediately elude towards recruiting help for the endeavour, displaying little caution and speaking in a casual manner...Mm. But you look well-fed. You a good hunter? She asked plainly, offering a slight crook of her crown as she posed the question. Perhaps he had others to help provide for him. The thought crossed her mind.

She hadn't thought to offer her name, nor ask for his. Tunnel-visioned as ever.