baby i'm no weak man 》medusa

? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —

Jamie had been settling in quite well. The cold had been his first roadblock to getting comfortable, a problem since solved by Vaas. The fox pulled his bear fur cloak tighter around him as he moved through the snow, shivering as he made his way down the beach. As well as he had been settling in, Jamie still took to the beach daily. He needed the time away to clear his head, to recall the face of the woman he had once called his wife, a woman who he had no chance of seeing again in this life. The fox settled down, sitting vigilantly as he stared at the horizon. His tail curled over his paws, his cloak slipping around his shoulders. His green plaid was just barely visible underneath the cloak, wrapped tightly around his chest and torso.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— JAMIE

#psychosocial.

There's only one reason you've lost.
You've pissed me off.

Medusa could understand the struggle of cold, probably more than others. She was mostly scales, most of her fur was on her back and cheeks. She did have her own cloak from Vaas, but when you're in the middle of cold and warm blooded, it's still a struggle.

She hadn't gotten a proper chance to speak to Jamie, though she did acknowledge his rather quick promotion to Gladiator. Glade-iator. But aside from that, she hadn't talked to the guy. When she spotted, through clouded eyes, him leave camp, she decided to follow. Pulling her cloak closer to her body, she followed gently, quietly. She did stop to rest her hind legs, but after that she kept on. She spotted him at the beach, and Medusa dared to step closer. "Jamie, was it? Hello. How are you faring within Palm Glades?"

[sub][W]isker[/sub]