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She did indeed bristle, a response borne of habit, the anxiety of which quickly faded as she knew her little escapades were a safe topic, among them.

I don' like things with claws. She shrugged as he suggested she broaden her horizons, Envy was plenty content with the smaller canids; their biology was similar to wolves, far easier to apply what she could gleam from their bodies since, well, she wasn't a badger doctor.

He suggested a hunt and Envy made a conscious decision not to acknowledge it, as if it were a simple whisper on the wind. Her legs hurt too much from skulking about the cliffs through the night. I caught a scent last night. She'd announce, halting and sharply turning her gaze to the southwest. Down the cliffs, I think there's more than one but- She paused with a puzzled look. S'hard to tell...

She was no scout, but she had an herbalist's nose, fine-tuned to the feintest of scents.