Medusa's head dipped quickly in acknowledgement and sadness over the fact that as of yet, the caves she wanted to rest in were inaccessible. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, deep in thought. Things were afoot for her and Ksenija, many many important things. Hopefully they'd have a new home and if they weren't together as much, doing their respective jobs, the feelings the golden female held for the Russian might go away. It was a hope.
Of course, the thought of jobs made Medusa smile. She knew the first question to ask. If she could start her art in Anathema, she would be the happiest wolf in the world. But the things she needed for it... Hopefully this pack would have them, or she'd be disappointed. Her ears flicked as Alex sat down next to her and complimented her again. Medusa sighed and decided enough with the hiding of her scars, so she turned until her whole face was showing.
Continuing on with the topic at hand, because she truly did not care what he thought of her, Medusa leaned forward, curious. "Is there of the craftsman job? Art work in pack? If so, is there big big ovens can cook very hot like as sun? Is important to what I do." she started, beginning the grilling Alex was going to have.
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