She stands to traipse around him a bit, her tail brushing past his flank, knocking off further dirt. Her attention rests on the shallow space in the ground where he must've been. I figured it was just one a' yer concord rituals or whatever. I wasn't gonna judge. she shrugs and further eyes the hole in the ground, a slight tilt to her head while she examines it. Buried alive, he says, and Envy doesn't exactly have a reason not to believe him.

I dunno. But it's... different. She answers, veiled uncertainty in her tone while she speaks. I don't recognize anywhere around me. S'like I got lost but I was asleep the whole time I was doing it. Smells different, too.

She raised her nose to the air briefly, taking in all the unfamiliar scents. There was a low fog hanging in the air, shrouding the ground and underbrush. This place in particular must've been easy to get disoriented in. How did he find himself in a hole? Did someone go after you? She asks, circling and surveying his body for any signs of a scuffle, which there seemed to be none. His figure remained unfortunately unscarred, no fur was missing, no other scent even clung to him.