Dead Men Tell No Tales

She clicked her tongue, head cocking to the other side as she moved closer. "Red man does not look fine. He looks mad. But if he wants to stay mad, then he can. But he did lose against Widow. She is a good fighter, and Medusa is proud of her!" Not that that had anything to do with anything, but she figured she'd toss it out there anyway. Her packmates had done a good job defending. They did their best, even if they still lost. But Medusa was proud of them all the same.

When he finally addressed the mushrooms, Medusa approached right up alongside him, right into his personal space. Did she care? Nope! She was sure she could handle herself if he tried to bite her. She'd simply bite right back. She knew these mushrooms weren't good...but clearly, he didn't know that. Now, while she usually wasn't the vengeful type...she was probably a tad annoyed that she hadn't been able to fend off her first raid. And the fact that this guy had been acting hostile from the getgo. He was all beat up. But his coat was unique. So...

"Oh these mushrooms? Why yes, Medusa has taken some home, and they are very good for you! Red Man's healer would love to have these! In fact, if he eats one now, the mushroom will help the pain!" She said nonchalantly, poking at one of the mushrooms with her paw.


"Speech!"

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