Okay, it was time to teach the kiddos a thing or two now. Winter was finally here, they were a little older now, and Medusa was now mostly healed up after her tussles with Recluse and Mr. Recluse. Though he looked far worse than she did, and yet, she had no regerts. Fear? Who was he!? He was a stranger to Medusa! But alas, none of that mattered at the moment. What mattered was making sure her surprise kids got a head start on things and learned the things she had been denied at their age. While she was no master at teaching, nor had she ever really taught anyone anything save for herself, how hard could it be? She wanted to gauge their interests and help guide them in ways she had never truly received. No way were they going to end up helpless the way she had growing up, oh no! Luckily, having this pack already gave them the headstart they needed. Now to figure out what the hell they were interested in so she could teach them (or find someone to teach them) their passions. And the first one up was Morticia! Her dear little rainbow gremlin was full of energy and had been from the moment she could walk and talk. Now, all Medusa had to do was to harness that or...well...maybe she'd just set her loose and watch it all unfold. Yeah, that definitely sounded like more fun! Maybe it would work in her childs favor!? Only one way to find out, right? She trotted away from the den in search of her colorful little girl, uttering a soft call for the girl in an effort to summon her from wherever she might be. "Medusa"

The girl was getting older, and as she got older, she started growing bored with visiting the wolves in the tar pits. She loved the pits, but those wolves weren’t very fun. Morticia had considered pushing one of them in the pits to see how fast they sunk compared to a locust or a lizard but she wasn’t sure if her mom would be happy if she did that. If they were still here then her mom had plans for them, right? Maybe Morticia should ask. They weren’t allowed to leave the Pits… but she could! And today Morticia was taking advantage of that fact by rolling around in some of the grass of the Dancefloor of the Gods. The grass was warm, and the child was giggling to herself, pawing at the air. Dagg was off flying somewhere and, after a bit of her rolling and tossing, Skua had decided she’d had enough and slithered off to be on her own. Morticia yawned, stretching her paws skyward and splaying her toes. Then she heard her mother’s call. The girl tilted her head and then rolled to her paws. Well, if her mother was searching for her, might as well go see why! Morticia scrambled through the grass, bursting along at such high speeds she nearly ran into the skeletal marked woman. Instead she zoomed right past her forelegs as she walked before skidding to a stop and spinning around with her tail wagging. “Morticia here! What is it?” "Talk," 'Think.'

Ah! Her dear little goblin had nearly run into her legs as she came racing across the plains to her. Medusa dropped into a play bow as her child turned around, her tail beating the air as she pawed at her child. "Medusa wants to take Morticia on a trip! But first, Medusa wants to know what Morticia likes to do. Hunt? Fight? Nothing???" She was curious about Morticia's interests. Were they similar to Medusa's own? Or were they much different? They had all been growing into fine little specimens, and regardless of who they turned out to be, she would be proud! They were her only family. She would not judge them like others had done to her. She reached out towards Morticia in an effort to get a quick lick to her face in before scooting back, "What does Morticia want to do?" "Medusa"

Her mother’s energy matched her own and Morticia bounced away from her mother’s paws with a grin on her face, bouncing on the ground. So her mom wanted to take her on a trip? Morticia’s tail moved back and forth above her. She liked hunting, but she also really liked gathering neat things. Bones. Or even tossing things in the tar pits. She gave a delighted squeal as her mother managed to get a lick to her face. Hmm, what would she want to do? There was a good question. For a moment Morticia paused, face twisted up in thought. “Morticia doesn’t know! Morticia loves hunting! It’s fun tearing things apart and seeing the insides. And bones! Morticia likes bones! Bones make fun sounds together and look neat” The pup eagerly bounced on her paws. She loved bones a lot. They were fascinating, and each bone of every species was different. Unique. The pup wore a wide grin. “Tar pits are fun too! Buggys and lizards sink in real slow. They struggle and make funny noises! Then they don’t come out!” Morbid perhaps, but what else could you expect? “Medusa and Morticia hunt, then can toss things in the tar pits?” The pup finally seemed to settle on the idea, racing around her mother. “Yes yes! Do it do it do it~” "Talk," 'Think.'

Her tail wagged a mile a minute as she listened to Morticia. It seemed they were far more alike than she thought! For Medusa too, liked to hunt and tear things apart and play with the bones~ She was game to take her child on a hunt and show her the ropes. Had Morticia had the chance to get the bones of a larger creature that wasn't already dead? "Morticia and Medusa will hunt something nice, and Medusa will show her how to take it apart to use the bones and everything! What does Morticia really want to hunt?" A deer? A donkey? A young bison? Birds!? Whatever Morticia chose, Medusa knew where to find it. "Medusa wills how Morticia, and then we can go play at the pits!" "Medusa"