Northstar Vale Alligator teeth

Not if it were my choice, no. Envy answered without making eye contact, her gaze fixed on the rabbit in front of her before she too would tear in, no grace reserved for the activity; just insatiable, ravenous hunger that left her once pearly maw stained and smeared in red. She had no qualms about sticking her face halfway in.

Though, it goes against me.

She asked her to defy her nature. Envy would be good. Try to be good.

I mean—think of all the things I would have to do. I used ta' love it when the scouts would come back after a border run-in, all torn n' ripped up. I'd fix em' no matter how bad it was, then send them back to do it again. She goes off on a bit of a tangent, and quickly realizes her mistake, giving an awkward laugh to try and reel things back in. Not at all was she amused by the animosity of packs, and the blood spilt in its wake.

But there, she had seen the most challenge. The most horrific of maladies; it was there she had gotten to sharpen her skills, experiment with what she believed would work best. It proved helpful most of the time, though really, she probably had a higher body count than she knew.

That— wouldn't be good of course. No good. I don't want to fight with you. Not that I'd be fighting but... still. She'd let out a soft breath, gaze turned back to the spring. Would you suffer much? Have you added to your ranks? I imagine anything other than peace wouldn't be in either of our interests, realistically. I wouldn't sacrifice the opportunity to trade for resources here, either. Saves us all a big long trip.