Got time for your old man?

Venom was a part of him, she always would be. She was a piece of Deathbelle, and she was more than that. They had created memories together, he and his apprentice. He had done his best to be in her childhood, though they had drifted apart as she reached the age of a yearling. Her responsibilities grew, and so had his. If she wasn’t Deathbelle’s first born, he would have attempted to convince her to follow him. To be his Reaper. His first apprentice would have made it in her sleep, or maybe his opinion was clouded.

Venom was suddenly overcome by emotion, the tears that had threatened earlier began to overflow. He wrapped his arms about her, holding her to him. “My Venom.” he whispered softly, cradling the younger wolf, and grooming back the hair about her ears. He couldn’t stand to see his daughter cry.