Panther Park [m] Healer's folly

Fully engrossed in the task at hand, she hadn't noticed the scuffle of paws which had made their way ever-closer to the little patch she occupied until words had filled the empty air. 

As if on instinct, she'd quickly rise, grabbing the mouse between her teeth and scarfing it down in one swift move, claiming it as her own before the other could pose a challenge for it; she'd had enough of her hard-earned food being taken, and this time she wouldn't even wait for the proposition. 

As meager a meal as it was, it was hers. 

Envy stared at the woman who had approached, taking note of the laugh, and remaining entirely oblivious to the derisive flicker which danced across a visage of cream and fawn. It did nothin'. Does it have to do something to be worth eating? She remarks with an idle shrug and the tear of a smile at the corners of her maw. She'd rise to her feet and step closer to the other girl, a spring to her step and caution cast to the wind, she circled the area before her, not often remaining still for long, and on more than one occasion, drifting closer to the flank of the stranger as she seemed to survey and examine her; red, hawkish gaze affixed. 

Study.

Why? Did you want a piece of it? She mused with a teasing grin, leaning forward; though her attention would snap sharply as she became aware of the presence of another, announced with a deep chuff. She'd trade glances with the other woman, narrowing her gaze, she wondered if the two of them had come here together. Her fur bristled slightly, though she'd hold her ground. Woefully confident.

Or perhaps just naive.