venomtine's day

The somewhat timid child scooted forward, closer to the bigger child. Venom was nearing her yearling mark but she wasn’t there yet. He leaned up and kissed her with gratitude, she kind of felt a lot like an aunty in those couple of moments. Venom was always a serious pup, mature far beyond her short span of less than a year. ”You’re welcome, Mort.” She didn’t know it, but she was likely building the foundation of Ashen and the Armada’s continued marriage of two packs as one Empire for years to come.

”I’m not very good,” she admitted as her ears lowered to her skull. She was still young, and most of her learning was spent fighting training with Sirius or learning the intricacies of running a pack from her mom. ”We can try though.” She wasn’t going to tell him no, but she did want him to know that she wasn’t a hunter and things might not work out well.