When The Sun Goes Down

Things were relatively quiet tonight, and Medusa was doing a late-night patrol of the borders near the Tar Pits. She had caught wind of where Recluse had run off too along with her youngest litter. The others she had yet to find, but at least she knew where some of the Cursed were. She didn't know if they were all there, but she had a trail at last. It sure helped to have a pretty large bird on her side, a creature she wouldn't wish as an enemy. As big as she was, she was sure a big-ass bird like the vulture she had befriended would have no trouble fucking her up if he really wanted to. Seymour had been a huge help since he decided to ally with Medusa and her other companions, and she was grateful for both another friend, and to have a spy of her own to keep an eye on things in the world around her. She would likely attempt a retrieval of the runaways soon enough, but for now she had to get her own pack in order. The Curses were...well...in a sense, waiting for whatever she decided. The rest of the pack? Those that willingly decided to follow her? They had had time to settle in, and now it was time to get to work.

She worked out some plans in her mind, discussing them with her companions, and would put them into motion soon enough. For now, she'd enjoy the darkness of the night as she made her rounds.


"Speech!"

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