open every single door

Now that she was getting to know the ravine she walked around like she owned the place, and she kind of did. She was a princess and her mother was the empress. What was Belle’s was hers, which meant the ravine was hers. Venom was endlessly sticking her head into dens and flicking her tongue at the inhabitants. Of course she was never shooed away, but she had been a little nervous about entering the den at the far end of the ravine. It smelled like predator and other pups.

Not that she would ever tell anyone she was nervous about it. She was a brave warrior of both Abraxas and Klein descent. She was going to be a goddess someday, her daddy said so. The young white marked pup scampered further down the path, her tail wagging behind her as she went. She’d have to find an owl like mommy’s someday soon, though she couldn’t be lonely with all her siblings milling about.