these moments are few

Venom had started young, younger than her mother ever intended. As soon as she could walk it felt like, Venom had been training with Sirius. She wanted the same for her children, learning young. Gaining responsibility early and not being coddled in the face of adversity. The earlier they learned the longer they would have to master their skills. Venom had always been a serious child, especially after the loss of her father. She grew up very fast, and expected no different from her children.

What else did she need from him? Well, nothing he was willing to do here in the relatively public hall. ”You always do so much for me,” she told him softly, slipping a little affection into her voice between the serious subjects. Hattori went on to ask about the young wolves Hela’s pups were turning into. ”I have little one on one interaction with them,” None of them had really achieved any greatness or failure in her mind, she had seen both Malachai and Panic at the hunt, that added to their favor. ”What’s on your mind?” She asked with a tilt of her head.