Better Late Than Never

The nagging sense of familiarity was resolved into recognition when the woman spoke and revealed herself to be one of the wolves that Corbie had met while hunting the unusual animals with before she had challenged Kotori Fatalis. She somehow hadn't quite recognized the odd older woman in this mich-improced specimen. Corbie smiled at her. "Medusa! Congratulations on your pack. Insomnia?" An unsettling name for a pack, but she was odd herself so that was no surprise. "We sheer the sheep of their wool and weave it into blankets and such, and we butcher extra ram lambs in the fall for the meat and skins," she explained. "The horse joined as a member of the pack - he is not for eating." She added the last just in case. "So what is Insomnia like, Medusa? Tell me how you've been getting on."