Black Morass xo tatted all over

Wretched silver grew curious, always curious, enough to slither away from the company of Elowen and Lorcan; leaving them to their vices for a little while. She wanted to gather more intelligence about the scents they'd been following, and perhaps a little part of her wanted to give Lorcan a scare, served 'im right.

A vengeance unwarranted, yet warranted plenty in her own eyes. She slept cold and away from them, her touch was rejected or muted to fit the scene, his attentions were focused entirely on a sweet dove's-calling, and spared to her when Envy trailed too far off-leash; as if she could not handle herself. As if he could dictate the length of her leash when he held another's.

How else could she view it? It stirred a strange bitterness in her heart. She wanted attention but found it just wasn't as satisfying anymore, not from either of them. She didn't really know how to live with such things, she never had been good at it. She would strive to make it satisfying, somehow.

When eyes were not on her, she found herself desperate to make them look. Enough to do terrible things.

Herbalists nose hadn't lead her astray yet, the scent of packwolf grew stronger still, her scrawny figure crept quietly through the undergrowth; tattered ears flicking at the subtlest of sounds on the breeze. Habit lead her to follow a trail of herbal scent, deeper in, further and further until she caught the form of another just ahead.

Envy remained in the brush, intending to stay hidden; were it not for the snap of a twig she carelessly backed onto.