Cryptis was certainly struggling to settle back into a routine. Considering she didn’t remember what her ‘routine’ had actually been. All she had was her mothers word on it. She believed in her mother, absolutely. She had come charging in like an avenging angel and rescued her from a fate she didn’t fully understand. But using the word of another wasn’t the same as experiencing it.
It left her more than a little lost, looking for familiar and finding none. She knew Medusa - her mother had taken her to the pack leader when she was brought back to Insomnia. But it was still some surprise when the large Alpha came looking for her. She looked up at the skeletal-patterned wolf, and aimed a timid smile somewhere in the direction of her chest. “Hello, were you looking for me?”
