Welcome to the Circus

She told Medusa upon a time, not too long ago, if she went down a path like this... Wren could not follow. She refused to fight needless battles, and she refused to give into revenge. It was easy to be swept up in darkness, but it was harder to see the light. The brightness. Medusa had her freedom. Why did she still poke the bear? Wren did not know.

She could guess, but she didn't know.

As a leader, it was her duty to keep up on other packs. Habari let Voodoo go, Recluse had just birthed children, and then Recluse released Medusa. Not even a season between the 'revenge' that her friend sought. Would beating Recluse in a fight really make everything better? No. Wren's jaw was set, disapproving in her stare at the once-slave. She said nothing.

She, however, sat down in the middle. Like before. Simply here to spectate. If any of the Menagerie came along, she would gently remind them to remain neutral. This was not going to be a fucking mess like Abaven's challenge.

"Speech"