Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

Well no, but I can still take pity on the poor thing, can't I? She moved closer, without a lick of hesitance to her step, like how one would approach a face they saw every day. Her fur was unkempt and wild upon a close glance, which Envy was making sure the other girl would get a face full of as the gap was quickly closed. She stepped over the coyote, one foot in front of the other, eyes straight ahead.

Eyes could lie, actions not so much.

She sniffed at her curiously, ogled her piece by piece.

Why'd you come out here anyway? Must've smelled it. Didja' come to do something bad to it?

She had the unblinking stare of a barn owl, and a challenging undertone to her voice. God it was hard to keep a straight face.