Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

And there it was- a claim. Her disappointment was immeasurable, but halted before she could toss her head back and wail in dramatic fury. She considered the previous words. Envy could be harmless, she could be good and well-behaved, and her sort of harm did not extend to those she wasn't permitted to toy with anyways. No plans of stopping her did seem like a good bargain.... all she had to do was not bare her teeth.

Didn't even know yous set up around here. I haven't had time to draft up any plans.. She offers a lighthearted shrug, a museful grin creeping its way across pale features. She relaxed, and assumed a far more curious demeanour. ...Envy, of Yellowstone. I travel around these parts to get herbs that don't grow where we live. She'd remain cryptic about the particular location of her pack, but if they were to cement themselves here, such things wouldn't remain a secret for long.

She took it upon herself to attach herself to her pack quickly, an unspoken barrier placed around herself. Any harm that comes to me will not be taken lying down.

She'd bring a paw to her chest, tattered ears flick briefly. So... the opposite of harm, actually. I'm picking flowers.

and I wanna keep doing that...

But that part remained unspoken. She wasn't entirely sure how the rest back home would feel about her taking it onto herself to negotiate without their influence... but there was no time like the present, and here she was, where the others were not. You snooze you lose. A fine little diplomat, she would be! Herbs were her domain, anyways.

..Who are you, and your kin? She asked with a gentle snicker, head tilted- perhaps a little bit of mockery at the fanciful way this woman spoke. How regal. Proffesional. The urchin had no semblence of such decorum.