She brought out the little cage she had her froggy friends in, setting them just outside of her den to give them a bit of fresh air. Then again...slightly better air. It didn't smell very good around her den what with all the rotten little corpses strewn about, but she didn't really care. Nobody ever visited her little corner of the pack lands, so she didn't feel the need to keep things tidy. Besides, her decor brought her comfort. She had grown up around death, eating carrion, and doing what she had to in order to survive. Habari, no Habari...she'd still have her collection of assorted bones and taxidermy creatures in some form or another.

Settling next to the little cage, she was careful not to touch the frogs she had. They were brightly colored and pretty to look at, but she had learned not too long ago how poisonous they were. She had learned she could use their secretions to poison her traps, but for now, she just watched them and listened to them croak.


"Speech!"

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Medusa was a royal pain in Recluse's ass. And frankly, some part of her had hoped that the woman had simply wandered off and fallen down a hole somewhere, and for a while, it had seemed she might have gotten her to wish but it seemed the absolutely disgusting woman was proving to be active again, even worse the woman knew that not only was she active again she had not learned her lesson about leaving the pack lands. Maybe a more permanent outcome than broken bones would be needed. Honestly, all of her negative emotions were probably not helped by her heat, which never failed to make her more irritable than usual. All of which was to say it probably wasn't good news for Medusa that while it was true the pack rarely approached the stinking woman's den... Recluse did have to patrol this area every once and a while and today was one such day. Recluse wrinkled her nose up as she approached, eyes narrowing and ears turning back slightly as the sound of the woman's frog's reached her. A growl pulled from her lungs, it was simply a response to having to be here. ”Are you still so dumb as to not know how to keep yourself clean?” ”Speech”  ’Thought’

She had been relaxing peacefully, simply listening to the croaking of the frogs as she lay beside them. It was all she could really do whenever she wasn't taking trips outside of Habari. And she kept wondering and asking herself why the hell she kept coming back when she had every opportunity to just...leave and never come back. It's not like they were doing a good job of keeping her in check. How many times had she left now? And how many times had she gone unpunished let alone even confronted about it? Hell, even her own kids that she had run into once or twice while she had taken off didn't even so much as say anything when she ran into them. They either didn't care or were pretty fucking bad at doing what they were supposed to.

Whatever the case, as far as she was aware, she was the only one really doing anything. She worked on her fighting progress, attended the rare training that were far and few in between, and even helped Ghoul and whoever hunt for...the pack. Despite her extreme distaste, she always seemed to go above and beyond everyone else in the pack. And yet...

”Are you still so dumb as to not know how to keep yourself clean?” Head lifted when she heard the irritating grate of Habari's alpha. Ah, so the albino bitch had finally shown her face? Medusa narrowed her eyes, rolling them a moment later. She didn't bother to get up. Anytime she had a run-in with Recluse or her kids (with the exception of Ghoul), they always had something mean to say to her. They seemed to try and break her spirit over and over with their meanness, but as of late, their words just rolled off her back like water off a duck. What was it her father told her to do the next time someone tried to insult her? Oh yeah..."Bite me. Medusa doesn't need to wash off the hard work she has been doing." Her tone was flat, words practically challenging. Well it wasn't exactly a "fuck off" but, close enough right?


"Speech!"

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