Sleepy Fox Hollow this love it is a burning sun

Ah, she rattled her a little. Envy thought it was funny. She drank up the caution in her step and the unease that flickered through her eyes; moved a step in when she moved one back, looked her up and down, tilting her head in intrigue. She prepared to make some sort of quip, and had been tempted to do things far worse; intrigued by the nature of this one, eager to test it, but she quieted as a shifting in the bracken revealed the shadowy figure of Lorcan, trailing behind.

She swivelled an ear, black tipped and shredded to high hell before she'd tear her gaze away from this stranger, who Lorcan seemed to know. Pity, maybe not pity? She was curious. He came in with his usual air, suave and confident, she even perked up a little as he denoted her 'his'.

Part of her found it satisfying, to be known in such a way. Worth keeping. She didn't mind it. She let out a breath of amusement, and fell back onto her haunches, casual-like. Hardly met She corrects, chin raised in playful disapproval of his intrusion. It was welcome of course, she couldn't help but wonder who this girl was, to have earned the same denomination. Dove. Pretty.

Envy was sin. She couldn't help but wonder how the two knew of eachother. She must've been interesting. Envy stared at her with a scrying gaze, trying to gleam what she could.