Dial Tone

His legs were slowly getting better. After receiving some assistance from that random healer girl, he was looking forward to trying to run soon. There were still some aches and pains here and there, but he was certain the bones were at least healed by now. Which meant he would go to the meeting. The sound of Medusa’s howl echoed across the plains with a sort of urgency he could not ignore. Ghoul was a man of some kind of honor and he would keep his promise. If she called on him, he would answer.

Making his way at a leisurely pace, he brought Cricket along with him. Knowing the girl was still somewhat uncertain of the rest of the pack, he knew it would be easier for her if she stuck near him for awhile. Ghoul would test his patience more as he kept pace with her and they eventually and surprisingly showed up at the meeting with no one else around. Casting the little bug a curious look and a smile, he approached to sit near Medusa. Leaving room for Cricket and his brother, Macabre, Ghoul took a set.

“Looking forward to the meeting, Medusa,” he says in apathetic tones. Lacking true emotion lately was his forte but he knew Medusa would know he always meant good tidings where she was concerned.

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