Bearclaw Valley [M] All Wrong

She'd caught a glimpse of a shadow diving betwixt the bracken, and chalked it up to a trick of the mind, though it still prompted her to eat her fill quicker. It wasn't until she'd caught the sound of pawsteps that black-tipped audits would sharply swivel around toward the source; and her gaze would meet that of a girl decorated in hues of ink and ash, draped in a chestnut cape, emerged from the thicket. Owl-eyed, this one stared at her; it brought a grin to the dame's features, and her tail assumed a giddy flick as well.

Though, just as Envy would strive to offer the girl a friendly 'hello', another would burst from the foliage; strong-willed and accusatory.

Limbs would stretch to raise herself from her languid state, as one quickly became two. Of course this one came at her in a less friendly manner. A scoff would rumble within the devil's throat, and roll softly from pale jaws. How sick she grew of gnashing jaws and harsh words; though she'd only seek to match it against all rational thought, a rare thing that did not often cross her mind.

Aww... Must I? She'd pout in a disapproving drawl, clasping what remained of the mangled fawn tighter to her frame and stepping back. Despite physical cues of hesitance, a gaze of muted crimson remained pierced toward that of the other in challenge. She'd make this difficult.