Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

A good influence. Truly the greatest irony.

Her hospitality was been damn near suspicious— or at least it might've been to a more politically versed wolf. Envy was not such. She could not see ill intent unless it was slated across one's face or spoken aloud in their words.

She could come back? They'd even feed her? Hell, she got an escort- a pair of ears to torment with her grating little voice until she had what she needed. These were good neighbours indeed. She'd behave herself to the best of her ability. Offering a grateful and uncharacteristic dip of her head, Envy would begin to walk, her crooked tail unable to keep secret the delight that coursed through her. Oh goodie, I do work better with company.. She'd chime, blissfully unaware that this was merely a means to supervise her.

..The raspberry patches are this way- still in season for a little while longer, and theres a few other things I wanted to look for- Are you sure this is alright? Do you not want something in return? Though.. I'm not a very good hunter...