MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
The girl seemed to be well-mannered enough, not that it truly would have bothered the serpent if she was not. At her explanation the Madame would nod, supposing that she would be an acceptable representative of Seracia. Kamala. She would let the girl speak, voicing her questions as the serpent would listen. She was keen to seek friendship with the pack, and yet she knew it would not come easily. She would have to prove herself worthy of alliances, and that she would. Medusa had been gifted with two things in her life; beautiful looks and a silver tongue. She took advantage of every opportunity to use them. ?I do not plan to give the pack any ideals at all,? she said boldly, before she prepared herself to clarify. ?However, my rules are set up to encourage hard work and loyalty, as well as respect for one?s good word,? she noted. It was vague, but certainly a truthful explanation. If wolves were not hard working they would not earn her protection, nor would they earn rank. If they did not stay loyal to the pack and therefore truthful to alliances, they would meet a potential end by either Medusa?s jaws or those of an ally. Nefarious dealings were not to be committed against allies, for reasons that were most obvious. Nonetheless, she hadn?t set up any true moral guidelines in her pack. Medusa was no goddess with a clean slate; who was she to tell her members what was right and what was wrong? ?As for Seracia, I know Jupiter thinks well of your pack, and so a few things can be assumed about it. Firstly, that you are a good and honorable pack. You also believe on standing firm on one?s words, as well as in loyalty,? she said, hoping to make it apparent that their packs were not all that different. ?Having met Gerhardt, his personality only confirms my belief about Seracia,? she said, nodding her head as another girl arrived. She would wait for Kamala to speak, offering the girl time to voice herself. |