Her upbeat paws always seemed to lead the dame somewhere new. Cool amber gaze scanned the terrain she so ecstatically explored despite the stench of asphalt and the toxic fumes that lingered in the air. It reminded her of home, tar pits bubbling a few miles from their main base. A place where Envy had often led enemy wolves to their deaths, teasing and baiting them until they were too strung up on their hormones to realize what was happening until it was too late. Their cries of anguish ringing in her ears gave her delight, and she wondered if she'd ever get to do that here...but first, she needed a pack. But she already knew where she wanted to go, but she'd bide her time and explore. Enjoy her freedom first before any commitments.

The sun was high in the sky, somewhere around mid afternoon she guessed. The spring air here was still, thick and heavy with the scent of fear and dread. Somewhere, something was dying and being held prisoner by the black tar. And she'd come upon one, a rather unlucky pronghorn attempting to struggle out of the sludge. It was too far for any wolf to reach, just barely by an inch or two. It had most likely bounded too far in, either running from something or too stupid to realize the danger that lurked. "What a shame...I'd put you out of your misery, but your luck seems to have run out. Such is life." She sat down with a sarcastic sigh, once in a while she flicked pebbles at the young bucks face, it's eyes rolling with terror as it gave in to slow death.

The dark dame had remembered coming here when she had met Sin for the first time. Her mint green optics shimmered from the fire that seemed to be coming from the pits of Hell. She happened to see only a few flames of fire, but, she paid no heed. Sometimes, she would stop and watch a rat scurry over the edge of a pile of tar into the firey depths below. A chuckle rung over her as she stood up and continued upon her merry way. The smell of the tar and smoke made her nostrils burn, but, she was used to the scent after being her a couple times. That, was when she happened to spot another wolf, a dame no doubt. She appeared to be watching a pronghorn dying slowly, something she would do. However, she would joke around for this woman, a smirk upon her maw. "You look like you fell into a tar pit yourself, and just smeared it around to make yourself look presentable." She chuckled and sat down, wrapping her tail around her haunches as her tail flicked from side to side. "Speech"

Who. The Hell. Was that? She turned on her heel to see a rather rude woman. What was her problem? Amber gaze flared up as Envy glowered at the rude witch. Ah, of course. No more then a simpleton smudged with the colors of normality. Simple and boring hues of black and gray, nothing special. She rose to her paws, the pronghorn forgotten now as Envy approached the foul mouthed beast. She glared at her, a rather scrutinizing glare as she came to stand a few feet in front of her. A smirk showed on her lips as she looked the other up and down, an impolite chuckle emanating from her bodice.

"Oh, don't be jealous because you look like a giant rat. The gods must have had a very sick sense of humor for you, I feel bad..." She glanced back at the pronghorn that had finally met its demise, a brow raised as she turned back to look at the woman. "Oh, I feel bad for that poor creature. Not you." Aah, she sensed a bout of something was going to happen. And she'd serve this on a steel platter to the witch who dared insult her. Or...tried, anyway.

Ylva chuckled, unfazed by the retort that the witch happened to be saying to her. "That's good, you're more like a giant rat if anything." she laughed and stayed where she was, her eyes narrowing even more as she grinned, "You should try chewing on some mint as well, cause i can smell your breath all the way from where i am standing you whore," she grinned. She rarely insulted anyone, but, when she did, she made sure that she did it with the best of them.

Was this woman insane? Envy quirked her head and a brow as she stared at the woman as if she was crazy. Actually, she probably was. "You're pathetic. Can't come up with anything original so you spit back what I say? Amateur." Seriously, this lady was off her rocker. The woman's pathetic attempt at trying to further insult her caused her to laugh again, head falling back as she laughed. "I think that's the smell of the sewer you came from! Seriously, you're deranged!" She flashed her teeth at the wench, who was she to make assumptions of what she was? From the look of it...she was the whore. "Oh please, from the looks of it you're the rotten whore. Unless I'm mistaken and you're just fat."

"Hon, you call those insults? I've seen herbs come up with better ones than yours. Besides, at least I have pups, unlike you who just sits around and just laughs at a prey animal die. Not like its bad cause I do that, but, come on, you talk like a female hog," Ylva grinned, her eyes focusing on her as her eyes shimmered with both pure anger, but, she was also enjoying herself. This woman was good with her insults, but, she could come up with many more. "And, as for being crazy, my brother is crazy, i am only half of what he is. I am proud of it as well," she sneered.

Her smile broadened. Wow, she really was more amusing then she thought. If she hadn't said what she just said then Envy would have probably jumped at the chance to rip her head off. But what she had just said caused her to fall to the ground in a fit of laughter instead. "Bwahahaha!!! Oh lord! So you sit around talking to plants?! Wow that just made my day! You're good at making someone laugh. Though sad to say i'm laughing at you, not with you." She had to take a moment to gather herself, the woman who seemed to be taking enjoyment in being bashed was...really quite something else. Envy couldn't quite put her paw in it, but maybe she was some sort of psychotic masochist. "Bitch please, it's obvious you're a slave. Who in their right mind would sacrifice their beauty for some little rats?! Not me. Looks like you got the blunt end of the ugly stick." She giggled again, amber gaze locked on Ylva's as she noted the angry gaze.

So, she was getting under her skin was she? Well that amused her even more. She stalked closer to the black witch, her gaze calm and rather cynical look as she stopped barely a foot from her. "Oh, so you're proud of being labeled as psychotic. No wonder you're messed up in the head, you sit around talking to herbs...that should have been an obvious sign." She tsked several times as her head slowly shook, though...it was mock empathy after all. If it wasn't obvious enough.