Sunbeam Lair Sour switchblade

Envy let her head fall to the side as wide, red eyes ogled every bit that there was to the larger woman, peeling her apart with her eyes alone. Dark and yet flame-streaked, the white of winter snow mingling with each hue. Envy gave a brief shake, regaining her bearings, scrappy fur resisted her attempts to smooth it back.

Well. She huffed as she stood and let light feet carry her closer, closer, closer, enough to invasively sniff at the side of the other, undaunted and woefully confident in her stride. M' not who you thought I was. Happy now? She mused, leering in before circling around her and coming back to the front.