Well Beyond Time

She hadn't left the pack lands much in the last couple of months, but evidently, the times she had would finally catch up to her. Now feeling better after being sick from whatever was happening over the winter and part of the spring, Medusa stretched and listened as she heard the alpha's call. It sounded like it was calling for her, but also for others? A tilt of her head betrayed both confusion and curiosity, but she finished her meal before getting up to go. While she wasn't the smartest wolf in the world, she wasn't entirely stupid. Her meetings with her father in her dreams weren't exactly clicking, but perhaps things would be different if he were physically alive to train her. After all, she hardly had any interaction in the pack and though she was a slave, the others practically ignored her existence as a whole. She was often lonely and no longer felt the need to continue to try to get their attention. Why try to make friends among those who wanted nothing to do with you?

It was a lonely existence indeed.

Until today, she would learn. Maybe. She arrived and noticed there were a bunch of others there already, and she spotted the albino alpha at the forefront of the group. She stood there, not completely in the center of the group but sort of closer to the edge. Dual toned gaze looked them over, the tip of her tail slowly wagging against her ankles in nervous curiosity, though she said nothing.