Conquerors

The young Klein spent much of her time in the shrine, though she’d never seen it before the moments her paws touched the soil and her eyes fell on the water she felt her father. Along with her new responsibilities in the pack Venom lingered here because of that supernatural connection. She hadn’t mentioned the feeling to anyone, but kept it to herself even as she patrolled during those early hours.

Venom’s sleeping schedule was much like her mothers. She slept a little during the night and quite a bit more with naps through the day. That very early morning she was awake, though, and didn’t miss the form of her aunt moving through the pale trees. ”Are you patrolling, Aunt Hela?” She asked curiously as her white gloved legs brought the tall girl to trot beside her.