Black Balloons

It was time to visit that new pack that had risen recently. The woman that Medusa had seen at the challenge, the one that had won, seemed like her type of girl. She didn't know her or any of her followers, but she might as well take that first step in checking them out, no? Regardless of what the outcome of their meeting was today, at least Medusa would have names to put to faces. To determine at least where the pack would stand, though she was mostly interested in what they were all about. Her companions had mentioned that it was usually customary to bring a gift when visiting the alpha of another pack, so Medusa brought with her a couple of things she had crafted herself. Of course, with her own personal touches. The bones of those dead and gone, crafted skillfully into usable weapons (or accessories if they so chose to break them down). It took a couple of days, but she had reached the Northern Ship where she had briefly stayed when Menagerie had laid claim to these lands. Curious, the skeletal marked woman stood a respectful distance from the new borders and called for the woman that had earned her new title.


"Speech!"

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