Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

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.