Can You Crochet?

Venom was on equal footing with most of the wolves of the pack, all those of Klein blood were held in esteem no matter the height of their rank. The young Princess wasn’t used to being spoken to with such reverence, and she found herself craving it. Odette was a humble little thing and it only provided Venom with more pride. As well as a bigger ego. The servant acquiesced to Venom’s solution, the companions within the pack would help to watch over the vulnerable birds. Hopefully the numbers would stop being picked off. Venom simply nodded at the acceptance.

It seemed Odette was much better versed in weaving than Venom was, the young Klein goddess had little idea that her question could have so many answers. She ignored her ignorance and kept up her confident appearance. ”I would appreciate that, yes.” She answered as she lowered her dark haunches to the ground. Of course she was just asking to make sure Odette knew what she was talking about.

The princess looked up to the vines, not noticing the hand maid’s apprehension at crossing over into Ashen proper. Venom wasn’t a girl afraid to get her paws dirty so she stood up and approached the vines to assist in harvesting.