[ those tiny mirrors ]

A caller. He had unwittingly picked up the term from Medusa and when the thought crossed his mind in response to the caller he shook is head. It was eerie that she so suddenly had made herself a spot in his mind. He wasn't on patrol at the moment and he knew that Medusa would answer the call yet he began his trek in direction of the howl. Medusa had been working relentlessly since conquering Amenti and though Deteste appreciated the effort on her part she didn't realize she needed to rest. Her wounds weren't fresh now but they were still healing and her constant ventures would not help her body heal any faster. Perhaps he would give her a visit later in the day to check on their progress.



It was not long before the tall redwood trunks gave way and revealed the bodies of the wolves he sought. Medusa and a man with an earth colored pelt. There was a blur of greeting between them but Deteste found himself saying nothing in the same note. A nod was given to the Madame before Deteste took a seat near her then turning his thoughtless gaze to the visitor. Analyzing him for what he was and awaiting his request.

"speech"