for gold and glory

Aster blinked. Mentally congratulating herself for excellent persuasion skills, she hopped on the branch again and breathed out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad you understood. I accept your apology, Medusa.”

Her gaze dropped from the wolf’s eyes to her nose, and the blue jay winced. “And I’m sorry for scratching your nose.” She did regret hurting Medusa, but she didn’t blame her past self. Though next time someone woke her up trying to raid her nest, she’d be better off fleeing.

“My name’s Aster. Your name’s Medusa, right?” Aster tilted her head to the left as she considered another tidbit Medusa had said, along with the wolf’s body language…. “Who’s Habari? Is that a jerk in your pack?” Maybe that explained why Medusa looked like an adult but acted like a child?