you call and say I'm arctic

Hela’s puppies hadn’t been expected, in the scheme of things Venom was only just beginning to get her bearings when she’d realized her aunt was pregnant. At the time it hadn’t been a big deal, nor had she thought about it when Toxicity had admitted her plan for her first litter. Venom would keep an eye on Hela, there would be repercussions if another pregnancy happened without her approval. Ashen didn’t have the room anymore, and when it came to Klein genes versus Abraxas, and her own eventual offspring, the decision as to who was more important came with no thinking.

Hattori continued the conversation, he was aware as she was about the state of their resources and the swelling of their ranks. They had little room to offer anyone solace. He continued, and took the words right out of her mouth. One of the only ways to expand their influence was resource gathering. Raiding. Making their name more well known in the lands and creating more for themselves. Making more room for the future. Venom got a mischievious glint in her eye and her dark lips pulled back slightly to reveal her pearly teeth as she flicked her forked tongue in amusement. ”We’ll just have to prove our greatness. Late winter… Spring…” It seemed like this winter would last forever as the uncertainty of spring steadily approached. Would Hattori remain at her side after their contract was over? Or would she have to start again from the beginning when he left her?