venomtine's day

He looked over at his friend-in-crime, and grinned at the mud on her nose, his own muddy paws were tucked beneath him, and he could feel the wind drift through the many cracks beneath and around them. Despite them, it was difficult to see beyond this tree without moving and looking, and even harder to spot someone sitting within it. It was a great little spot for the winged boy to hide, to sneak away from a family he sometimes struggled to understand.

Venom crossed her heart, showing the claws feet that were much like his own as she promised to keep his secret. He looked to her, and thought of how easily she had slipped into trouble with him, followed him here, and promised not to tell. A thought began to dawn in him, “Snake, are you good at keeping secrets?”