Tell me I'm not dying

She was sure by now that Chimera had realized or was figuring out that Siren was gone. She hadn’t told him yet, but she’d half hoped to have a.. replacement for him. Something more useful than Siren. Venom shook her head, not fully grasping the depth of the relationship between Chimera and their sister. Then again it was hard for the heiress to see past her own biases sometimes.

This goal brought her more frequently outside of the pack lands, and lucky for her when she happened across an unfamiliar scent mixed with blood. There was no pack scent that she recognized and as Venom stalked her prey that reason became obvious. She was wounded, but the scent of her she’d been attacked fiercely. Death clung to her coat and the she wolf couldn’t deny her curiosity of the individual.

Venom was no healer, but she could see the lightness of consciousness in the way the woman moved. If she remained on the path she was on death would likely take her too. If Venom intervened… she could save a life and find a solution to her search. The Heir stalked forward and aimed to press her shoulder to the less injured one of the girl’s. ”Can you stay awake or do I have to carry you?” Likely her chosen present wouldn’t be able to put up any fight but follow her new crutch. If she could walk. If not, Venom was sure she could at least get her to the Armada. The last thing she wanted was to call for help and draw the wrong attention.