hidden in the grass

Venom hadn’t realized how busy she would be running a pack, that was one thing she envied about Deathbelle. She always looked calm and relaxed despite the Empire resting heavily on her shoulders. Of all of her attributes that was one that Venom made note to work on herself. Her dainty paws carried her over the borders for her patrol when she heard Mortis’s voice within Ashen lands.

The way he seemed to demand her presence was note a tone she expected of him. Out of her own curiosity more than her willingness to heed anyone’s command, Venom hurried to make her arrival. What she found wasn’t what she expected. Mortis stood waiting for her with a pile of furs behind him. She peered harder as the scent of Siren hit her. Venom’s eyes widened in surprise, having thought that the girl disappeared with her brother and father.

”Mort,” she greeted softly. ”What’s this about?” So far he was the only one she’d mentioned her plans to, one she hoped she could put her trust in.