Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

Oh, scavenging. Envy nodded along. She'd been there, still was there technically—She wasn't sure when the last time she caught her own food was. At least she was not starved. Could this one say the same?

Just terrible. How long since you last ate? Can't be too hungry if you're passin' on the yote. They don't taste good but meat's meat.

She sat her scrawny haunches right next to the other, and peered at her through a sideways, crooked gaze. She didn't communicate it, that reason that she stayed here rather than stalking off after a quick word; she didn't know she even really felt it at all. The feeling was wordless.

How discombobulated she'd felt lately.. Her mind ran a thousand miles a minute, scattered, undecided, apprehensive, impulsive! She wanted to talk.

....m'Envy.