Things never go as planned

She had just finished decapitating yet another raccoon and dropped its head near her den. Though she was getting tired of catching, killing, and dismembering small animals. They weren't a challenge anymore. She wanted to move on to bigger things, but she didn't know what yet. The heads of her tormentors sounded nice...and she did often daydream about decapitating certain members of Habari and sticking their heads on pikes around the lands. But that's all it would be. A daydream...or would it?

Shaking her head, she realized she had been daydreaming again and so she got up and headed in search of something else to do. Her fur stunk of blood and guts, and she didn't have the mind to even bathe. At least this way, it deterred them from wanting to get close to her. Or at least, she liked to think it helped keep them away from her. While she was certain she didn't smell nice, it didn't bother her. She was used to it. In fact, she wasn't even aware of just how bad she smelled! With a pep in her step, she sauntered closer to the borders and began her search for another victim, but then movement caught her attention.

She spotted a stranger near the border, someone she had never seen and someone who didn't smell like the jerk wolves she lived with. Curious, she moved to approach the stranger, a grin on her face and tail wagging a bit. "Medusa thinks stranger wolf is pretty!" She blurted out as dual-toned eyes excitedly looked over the larger she-wolf.

"Medusa"