Hoshor Plains Roadrunner

This one too was plagued by curiosity. Festering. Gnawing. An eternal flame within a misguided heart. When none had sought her services for the day, she took the later hours to once more scurry about the territory, always seeking for herbs to add to her stock or for vermin to torment into the night. She muttered along the way, the tail end of a conversation played in her head sometimes escaping to the open air.

She kept herself company, even in the absence of another.

Upwards towards the steaming pools along the cusp of Yellowstone territory, Envy cast her gaze from one side to another. Ravenous crimson surveying the picturesque area; deep blue water, boiling as if hell itself laid just beneath the waters surface. It had surely been hell for one individual, who's bones laid clean in the water, only the tips of antlers poking out. She wanted that skull, but some things were simply unattainable. Much like her ever attaining some sort of normalcy.

Envy hadn't been up this far until now, but she smelled the scent markers of her packmates, and knew that these springs were under their claim, however much use they actually provided beyond a pretty thing to sit and stare at. They could have that at home. She was plenty pretty enough.

She wasn't all that far into her little sight-seeing trip when she'd catch the figure of another through the steam, at first she thought it might be Dreven, unfortunately yet again subject to simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time—ie: anywhere near her. But this assumption would be proved untrue as she glimpsed the paler ruff and coat, and this one was not nearly as marred, and not near scrawny enough to be Bard. If it was Bard she'd have smelled him a mile away. No no, this was a stranger!

Shit! What to do what to do...

Her hesitance in the moment only allowed for him to see her all the same, and in response, she would vent a quiet growl to rumble in her throat, pearly canines half-concealed by a rising lip. Much like a bear, she made herself just that little bit bigger, tattered ears flattened and her tail rose, sharp and alert.

Who are you? She called with all the authority her voice could muster, narrowing her gaze with a venomous scrutiny as she stood her ground.