if you give a dog a bone

ooc//I don't remember if Medusa got sick around this time but I guess it doesn't matter a whole lot for the prompt >.>; also set before her punishment thread

She was doing her usual thing, which was often decapitating small animals and sticking their heads on sticks for fun. She had a wide array of them in front of her den and there was definitely no shortage of them at all. Squirrels, rabbits, lizards, birds...any small creature she could get her paws on. The only thing she didn't have though, was one that glowed. She'd been spotting them here and there, but she hadn't had the opportunity to catch one because every time she spotted one, it ran far past the border and she wasn't too keen on testing her luck more than she already had. Not that that bothered her much, but she didn't know if there were more dangerous monsters lurking out there with the sickness that had been spreading. She was definitely worried about that more than getting caught going across the borders.

When she finished "decorating", she got up and stretched her legs, and opted to go and see if she could find anything else interesting to do. She didn't have friends, that was a given. The pack practically acted like she didn't exist, and she was used to it by now. It sucked because she felt incredibly lonely, but she wasn't going to go around begging for friends. Not here.

As she sauntered through the territory, she heard the familiar sound of a smaller, snarling creature. Ears perked up and her dual-toned gaze was pulled in the direction that sound was coming from, and she didn't even have to think twice before her paws started carrying her that way. It wasn't long before she found them. A pinkish pup and an ornery raccoon, only this raccoon was acting mean and it seemed different than normal raccoons she'd seen. Upon getting a better look at it, she noticed there was a few glowing fungi growing from its head and her excitement grew! "A monster-prey! A monster-prey! Medusa wants to add it to her collection!" She exclaimed, fur bristling in excitement.

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