Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

She had slung herself over a nearby rock to watch it die, let one white limb drape down lazily; her head rest on the other. Ideally, she'd have enjoyed the show alone, but the world had other plans. Her ear twitched to an inquiring voice, to which she'd raise her head and peer over at the stranger who had wandered over.

Hardly.. She answered idly, as if it were merely a discussion of the weather. Her eyes trailed this gold-dust wolf as she stopped her pace at the edge of the brush.

What did she want?

Envy was curious. She perked up and tilted her head, owlish.