need my cuddle bug

There were few wolves that Venom was comfortable revealing her whole self to, every itching emotion or frustration could be shown freely to Hattori without receiving personal judgement. She could count on his opinion to be truthful whether it aligned with her own or not. He wouldn’t dwell on her mistakes or flaws, but he’d hold her up to see the truth or her true potential. He was a true partner in her struggle. Venom silently hoped that Hattori shared the same feelings about her. Especially in these quiet moments that he sought her out, as though he could feel the turmoil within her and knew how much his presence was needed. Even if she wouldn’t say it herself.

His deep voice was gentle as he questioned her softly, the light of the fire bathing him in a dancing light. Venom lifted her gaze from the flame to bring her sunset eyes to the deep silver pools of the Shogun. She took in a deep breath of contemplation. ”No.” She answered after a long stretch of silence. She’s already let Pestilence go. She’d chosen her path and she chose wrong, that was her burden to bear. ”An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” She muttered softly. ”I will have my resources returned from Winterfell however.” Venom wouldn’t forget that tragedy of a raid. She felt more betrayed by the Klein’s failure to react during that conflict than she did of her so called sister. ”I would enjoy giving them a taste of their own medicine.” She followed up with, penciling in Fireside’s comeuppance one day.