Late to the Party

Venom raised a brow as she tried to decipher his emotions before the brute spoke again. He was rather blank, but if she had to make a suspicion it would be that he was surprised. His next assessment made her more confident in her guess. He was much more uncertain of Klein history than she expected him to be, but after their first exchange he was a bit more forthcoming.

”Hannibal,” she offered quietly so she wouldn’t interrupt him too much. Blitzkrieg, and as she suspected a Klein. She listened intently as he told his story, a Klein not raised in Klein culture. The prospect interested her, but her bias towards her Klein lineage was slowly and steadily turning negative. Not that she could or would hold it against him. None of them chose their lineage.

”I appreciate the information,” Venom returned gratefully. The possibility of more Kleins out there was a valuable tidbit. ”Your understanding is correct, however it no longer stands for the Klein name.” Deathbelle had built it for her family and they had shown their appreciation in the shirking of their duties. Beyond a handful of wolves Venom had lost her respect for her mother’s name. Perhaps Recluse would have a better time, but with her history with Hannibal her own affection for the name wasn’t impressive either. ”So, what do you seek now that you’ve gotten your freedom once more?”