So she hadn't made the best decisions over the past season, but hey, she was alive and her pups were doing well for the most part, and Rou had patched her up well enough that she was on the mend. The right side of her hip and and inner leg would likely scar, and she wasn't yet sure if she'd have a permanent limp what with everything bandaged up, but she was hopeful. Rou had ordered her to bed rest until she gave the okay in an effort to avoid aggravating the injuries or making them worse, and because of that, she had been missing out on time with her pups as they ventured out to explore. Except for Amethyst, of course, who remained in Rou's den for observation. Her smallest daughter had been ill from the start, and Rou was doing everything she could to make sure she wouldn't fall into further decline or worse...

Sighing, Medusa had finally been given the okay to go no further than just outside the Gorge for some light exercise so that her leg didn't stiffen up too much. While she worried over her child, she sorely missed spending time with her mate. Curiosity often killed the cat, and it was her curiosity that had almost killed her. Erebos hadn't been happy about it, but it's not like she had done it on purpose. She was a survivor, always had been and always would be. She wasn't afraid of the world. Still, she sat there as she pondered her future for once.

Speech ─ Think

he hadn't been in the pack for some time now after his official depart. yet often around night, Érebos checked in with his children. the dunamis were growing and the changes were in demand. everyone knew his face, who he was now. he was seen on multiple occasions with his wife who now had been the mother of his first litter. the puppies; some were strong but mostly all of them mutated in some way or another. his elders would've been ashamed. and he knew that.

but the beauty was Érebos was not in the facet he came from, but the way he transformed it. how was it a patriarchal family now held enyo, his sister, in such high regard plus power? things changed. and in his heart, they did too.

he smells her in the warmer air current. he cannot deny his excitement to see her but its fleeting-, his tail stiff by his hocks as he-, without a second thought, began his beeline to his mate. she was kept away from 'stressors' her umbra said, keeping Érebos away along with his shenanigans. but now? he knew what he wanted to say. "Medusa." his voice was poised, deep. hanging in the air like an unfinished sentence yet he doesn't say more as he sits just behind her. clean, groomed. as if his internal hadn't shattered all this time.


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like the shining stars of the north, follow me to the pole

Art by Alo/Made for Alo by Skelle !