Dial Tone

Morte had woken her up when Medusa had called for the meeting, but she was in no way presentable after a hard nap that left her fur rather disheveled. After letting the yearlings help her fix herself, not that she needed it, Widow left for the meeting with the children in tow. She only remembered Taz coming over, as he often did, but now one of Medusa's daughters had joined them as well. She was so used to looking after Medusa's children that they felt like her own so it hardly mattered to her when they came and went, but the lot of them arriving late to the meeting certainly wouldn't look good.

"Hurry up children, let's go," she called back to the lagging teenagers, though she knew it was because Morte struggled with walking more these days. Widow wished she knew how to help her daughter beyond simple medicine, but she didn't even know what was wrong to begin with.

As expected, just about everyone else had arrived before them. Widow sat somewhere amongst the crowd and offered Medusa an apologetic smile while avoiding the faces of her family and former Habari members. They weren't her family anymore, Medusa and her children were the only family she needed. Though, she wouldn't complain if a handsome man strolled in.

"Speech!"

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