Better Late Than Never

As Medusa happily chattered away about her pack, Corbie blinked and nodded along in somewhat shell-shocked silence. Mortal enemy? Curses? Oh dear. Slave? Oh dear. As Medusa trailed off, Corbie shook herself. "I'm very sorry to hear you were treated badly, Medusa," she offered. "The keeping of slaves is a terrible thing, let alone mistreating them. I can certainly understand wishing to imprison them for a time as justice, though I am glad to hear that you do not intend to keep them as slaves yourself. That would make you as bad as them," she said solemnly, sadly. Insomnia - oh dear - seemed to be a place for the misfits and rejected elements of wolf society to find a home in, not so different than Avalon or the Hallows, in its own way, though she couldn't see Medusa threading the political minefield of neutrality for any particular length of time. "Insomnia sounds like it will provide a good home to those who need it," she said politely. "Is there anything you are in need of, while setting up your pack? If you like, we have many things that I am sure we could trade to make life more comfortable. Knowledge, too - we are more than happy to teach new things to those who wish to learn."