Black Morass Need you like I need a broken leg

Envy was spurred from her thoughts at the voice, turning to look behind herself, her body remaining as it was. Casually, she regarded him, even if internally she was thinkin' woah, what a big fucker.

Is it? Y'know I get mixed opinions on that. She shrugs, pulling her limbs from the water. I don' like the feeling of mud under my nails. It gets in the way. matter of fact, she raises her chin. S'easy for you to say anyways, you hardly see the mud when its on you. On me it's a big mess, makin' me look ugly, y'can hardly see the white anymore.

A sharp scoff followed. She shook the wetness from her fur without care for where it might've landed.