Porcupine Ridge Shapeshifter

Envy kept herself busy, always occupied with one thing or another. Slinking through the dense forest of the ridge's slopes, she slipped through fog and snow-slicked rock; a wraith of the mountains. She was bored, truth be told, she'd come to linger near the borders to find something to slake that feeling.

She'd felt strange lately. Restless and itching to crawl out of her own skin.