Got time for your old man?

Venom could definitely be a serious wolf. He remembered the time they had spent carefully tanning hides together, but he had also not been above tickling her for a good squeal, too. She was perhaps a bit too old for that now, and he wouldn’t lesson her achievements with it. That didn’t stop him from holding her on his stomach, grinning up at her with an easy smile.

“I missed you too, little sprout. My you’ve grown.” he told the young Princess. She wasn’t a little one like her mother. Somewhere along the way, he outgrew the height of Deathbelle, and she never had been able to catch up.

He caught the emotion in her tone, and paused, frowning, as he looked at her. She hadn’t cried since the death of her father. What could be on her mind today? He wrapped her into a bear hug. “I hope you know you can tell your old Warlord anything”