...Gasp! He's still fun-sized!

Venom was officially Crown Princess and she took on the extra responsibilities with glee. The white gloved pup made her way over the red rocked border of their temporary home. She didn’t seem affected by the heat of the sun, but it had been unseasonably cold even in the desert. Venom wasn’t as averse to the sun as some of her kin either and she travelled along the border with confidence. Her dual toned tail wagged at her hips as she moved along, she was nearing her adult height and it was hard to call her a pup when she was so tall.

She wore a confident grin, her enjoyment in her task even more obvious in her features. Life hadn’t been easy for the pup but she was quickly coming into her own. With the help of the adults in her life she was becoming a formidable young lady. Venom was hyper vigilant in her patrolling and as soon as she caught a whiff of the unfamiliar wolf she went after it.

Pink purple eyes took in the crevice the little wolf shoved himself into. Venom’s lips curled back to offer a snarl and her forked tongue flicked out of her lips. Then she saw the feathers. Her eyes widened and her teeth disappeared when she recognized the small wolf. The last time she’d seen him she wasn’t any bigger than he was. ”Hey!” She called out, excited to see the wolf but he was still trespassing.