Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

Stealth was not entirely her forte, it seemed, or perhaps she smelled too strongly of bison and blood to go unnoticed. Either way, a smokey figure approached her from the shrouded vale, one with the mist, this woman looked to be, were it not for the eerie flicker of yellow come down to meet her own gaze of hellfire.

Envy looked upon her with obvious scrutiny, and straightened her posture. Stop there. She yips an order from her ledge, a little higher than the strangers. She would keep this vantage as she glowered down, put on the bristling demeanour of a honey-badger, so that the other may be deterred from pressing a challenge. Or maybe she just saw the worst in others first. I'm not here to steal your food, or whatever. M' passing through.

But it was clear this wolf wanted something. Wanted to say something. Other passer-bys were not usually so eager to make themselves known.

She'd be quite... perturbed, if she were not able to continue reaping the rewards this mountain valley flowered. The sheepeater cliffs were an alright enough hunting ground, but jagged, rough and dangerous— and she did not fancy herself a mountain goat. She hoped they did not seek to stake a claim, all the same as that pest by the gorge- one rat was enough.