The Measure of Intelligence is the Ability to Change

Willow branches brushed Identifications coat felt wonderful to the woman. Two of Medusa's children set out as emerald pools watched Rougarou followed by Phantasm. Medusa was talking aboutt expanding the pack, it wasn't hard to not hear since they all needed to work on their skills. A smile slipped across her maw as she called out before coming closer to the duo.

Lowering her skull to take a drink from a small pool that seemed it wouldn't last with the constant heat. But a much larger pool laid close to it, with the promise of fish and probably other prey would go there to drink. Identification however was a master with intellectual conversations. Willing to share her own information to the two other pack mates.

She needed to prove herself worthy of Insomnia she felt and the task at hand would allow her to do so. "Hello" she softly stated too the both of them.