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Medusa thought for a second as Alexander began to answer her questions. So there were artists, but no ovens in which to melt down glass and create her art. It was a quandary. But someone else could help her build them, something that would please her greatly. She just needed a way to prove it would help to benefit the pack, she assumed. That of course was easy, she knew. Trading opportunities would open up quickly with the chance of glass sculptures and jewelry. She'd make something for the leaders, to prove her worth. Anything for her and Ksenija to have a new home.
A home with Ksenija. The thought made Medusa smile brightly. They could share one of those caverns Alexander had mentioned, live there together. Maybe become more than just friends..? A warmth spread through the female at the thought and she shivered. "Pack is okay with... Self-same lovers? Men loving of men? Women loving of women?" she asked, feeling awkward. There was no easy way to tell for her if someone was going to laugh or shun her or accept her. If the pack accepted homosexuality the. It would be perfect for she and her protective friend-hopefully-to-turn-lover.