Hopeless Wanderer

Medea noted the approach of another stranger and she took that as a good chance to stop her staring, observing as a wolf distinctly more in line with what she was used to , though as he grew closer she couldn't help but feel he was tiny, even more so than her smaller brother.

The black and white woman spoke and Medea took a moment to ponder her question. The man spoke and Medea couldn't help but agree though she kept that thought from her expression. Besides it was as though she could say much, after all her siblings were named for fantastical creatures straight out of mythology. "Medea Beaufort." She began, dipping her head regally to both. "And I can't say I've met anyone bearing that name, present company excluded."

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