unlikely friends

Back to her normal self and trusting that Terror and Phantasm were just as well, she was glad to be back at it again. She doubted anyone missed her or worried about her outside of her children and Medusa, but that didn't make it any less necessary to parade around within the borders and remind others of her presence and rank within the pack. Equal to only a man she was supposed to call her brother, she was feeling pretty good about herself though she strove for more. Perhaps she could convince Medusa to give her a higher rank, but would that be enough?

Her thoughts were stopped short when a new scent grabbed her attention. There was mention of a new Curse roaming around and frankly Widow was a bit more than curious. Who had dared test their luck against Medusa? She smirked at the thought and followed the scent, only to find a large dark man staring out over at a herd of elk. Perhaps he was hungry or maybe he just wanted to kill something. Frankly, Widow was keen on doing either herself.

Despite her size she was quiet as she walked, appearing beside the man whether he noticed her prior or not and relaxing onto her haunches. Perhaps she should be a bit more careful around someone labeled as a Curse, but she was confident in her ability to silence him, even permanently if necessary.

"Welcome to Insomnia," she mused to begin with a venomous smile. "So how did a handsome man like you wind up with the lowest of the lows?" her smile melted into a smirk as her silver eyes took in the tall drink of water beside her.

"Speech!"