Hoshor Plains Roadrunner

The wretch sunbathed at the homestead, done scurrying around the prairies for the next few days. She resigned now to allowing herself to laze.

Despite the idle ache in her limbs, she'd grown healthier in appearance, no longer a half-starved stray fighting the futile battle of lonesome survival. Odds were fixed against her out there, and Envy was well aware of the cards she'd been dealt.

Now at least, she didn't have to want for food. She still did, but she didn't have to.

She'd carted back an antler on her most recent outing, and toyed with it with the end of her paws, idly nudging it as the sun's rays cast a mid-day glow onto the soil, and more importantly, onto her body. Rolling onto her back, she was sure to blind any who came near, as the bright light bounced off of an underbelly the colour of freshly fallen snow.