Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

Keshi. She tastes the name on her tongue. It is long, but it is pretty.

Waawaashkeshi seemed like she was doing well for herself, clearly she had a good enough nose to lead her in the right direction. Though, was it really the right direction if the road lead here? Envy was glad to have washed the crimson from her pale hues the hour prior; exonerated herself of her morbid infraction. There were no laws to be upheld in the places claims were absent, but still, it paid to pretend.

She could be good. Sickeningly so. Shapeshifter.

Nobody to hunt for you? How sad. She did not envy her.