Sleepy Fox Hollow this love it is a burning sun

Envy pouted in her corner as she was scolded, let pale paws fall up down, up down; she sat where she was and flicked an ear at Lorcan's statement, as if it wasn't true. (it very much was)

She gave an appeasing smile, toothy and vaguely threatening, but still it screamed: Look at me! I am the nicest person ever!

Conniving little—

She would be good. She was good.

She looked curiously to Elowen. She would not poke and prod for answers, Lorcan seemed able to coax them easily enough.