Envy reluctantly peeled herself from the spot she'd made her own. Tried to muster some semblence of normalcy, though there wasn't much of it left to her and even less in the fact that she was smeared in blood of all origins, it was hard to tell where hers started and ended. Make no mistake, the majority of it was not her own, though it didn't help her case much. She did look like a corpse, probably smelled like one too, honestly. He was hardly to be blamed for his curiosity but she was too swallowed up in emotions to care. Her neck hurt from the puncture of canines and even that was an idle thought at the back of her mind.

He might've been joking, and if he was it passed over her head seamlessly. whoosh "No."

Toy. Tool. She reduced that pile of coyote to these basest of terms. Friend was outrageous!

She had no reason to kill it, not really, not one accepted by civilized social standards. She'd done it because she was a cruel, awful beast without reason. The devil her sire, the way this one's passions burned, uncontrolled and spurred to the spillage of blood; indiscriminate. She'd ripped it apart because she needed to put that hurt somewhere else, needed to replace the image of teeth in the throat of her kin with the image of a simple


Tool of her using. Tool to exercise her grievances, see; it had fulfilled its purpose. There was no crime in this wonderful mercy she gave. Already the weight felt lighter. "I thought I might eat some of it." She murmurs with a shrug, undaunted in the face of this stranger. She could not distinguish his intent, much as wide, owlish eyes attempted to pluck it from his soul. Now it was her that was curious.