Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

...And where is your friend? she has left you behind? Envy trills, offering her own insight; after all, she did not see or smell any other wolf around. Perhaps it was just in her nature to impose herself onto others; impose her own truths and her own ideas. The world was just Envy and whatever else she deemed a part of it.

Is your destination far? She asked as if she cared, rising again to circle. Sitting still meant the cogs of her brain slowed to a droning pace, the exhaustion of her day would set in... No good, and so she moved, kept the juices flowing. Are you sure you do not want some of my coyote? There are probably some good pieces left..

She returned to the carcass to prod at it casually, a husk void of all the soul that had fought so desperately against her. Her facade of innocence was cracking.

What a strange sensation, this feeling of indifference. What fun was a corpse? Incredibly fun for some! or so she'd heard.

She understood partially, the desire for gratification. There was not much of a barrier between her and the more depraved acts in the world. Still, she could muster up nothing but sheer disregard for a beast that had outdone its purpose. Now here, it sat stinking and empty, soon the bugs would eat away at everything it was and everything it ever could have been.

Perhaps that was all any association with the her would amount to. Mother knew it.