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Medusa slunk through the lands of Anathema warily, having no idea who anyone was at all. Her hand still had a small cut from the joinig ceremony the dark man had preformed and then he had just disappeared. It was... Odd, to say the least. But so far, pack life wasn't working out as well as she and Ksenina had planned. Medusa had gotten lost in the caves and decided to just stay in the woods surrounding the mountain. Her snakes stayed wrapped around her constantly and she had lost her cloak somewhere.
So she was not in the best of moods as she heard a howl, unfamiliar and confident, that of a leader, ringing throughout the pack. She crept through the caverns until she found the source, a woman will golden fur much like her own. There was a woman who looked vaguely like an animal she had once seen before, a dual colored woman who looked angry and confused, and a man with a black streak across his eyes. No Ksenija was there, so Medusa sat in the back by a wall, grumbling to herself and not wanting to socialize.
She just wanted to go find a place to sleep or go back to the mysterious place full of broken brittle-burned sticks and twisted trees. It was a place like her dreams, and she longed to return to that burnt out paradise.
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