Life, Lessons and Language

Venom listened thoughtfully, observing more than participating but doing her best to learn all the same. Her dark features watched Iolaire with an intensity that she didn’t often show. The princess gave fleeting glances to the other wolves that offered up a question or commentary and the girl gave her sister a pointed look at her own question. Venom had her own experience with the dead. Her father’s visit in her forced dreams, she was sure that they’d spoken common tongue. Or had they?

That was a question to ponder later or possibly with her sister Toxicity. Poison chattered his teeth lightly as the lesson went on, Hela asked how one acquired such a companion. Venom looked to the vibrantly colored rodent. They’d found each other not long after the eruption, his family lost as much or more than her own. They’d partnered up against a cruel world. She didn’t have any specific questions for the Armada healer, but she wondered if she should host a lesson about fighting alongside your companion.