Got time for your old man?

Deathbelle was no tiny woman, but Venom was much taller than her mother. She took on the Empress’s build, long legs and a svelte appearance. Venom was like silk in wolf form. The young Ashen heir smiled at her mentor as he mentioned how much she grew. It seemed like only yesterday the two of them started her training and she held him in such high esteem after her father was killed. ”I’m not a puppy anymore.” She’d said those same words recently as well.

She let him hold her tight in his huge embrace and he encouraged her to tell him whatever she needed to. Venom held in the visual show of her emotion, but it snuck through on her voice. ”Seeing you, feeling your support, I just…” The sorrow would never truly leave would it? ”Thanks for stepping into the role my dad wasn’t here to fill.” She whispered almost guiltily as she pressed her features into the thick fur of his chest and sighed heavily. Determined to keep her tears inside.