like two cats in a bag

He watched her even before Venom offered her greeting, implying his shared interest in her. First confusion, then recognition. Venom didn’t think about how much she and Pestilence resembled one another, not anymore. The Empress had far too much in front of her to spare much thought to a sister who she had once been so close to abandoned her. The recognition that showed on the Fireside alpha’s face replaced the confusion as he realized exactly who she was. The Empress knew nothing of the man before her except his place in Fireside’s hierarchy.

A greeting was given in return, somehow shorter even than her own. This led Venom to believe perhaps she wasn’t the only one out and about with only her thoughts. The Empress hummed lightly, not hiding her appraising glances as she thought about her next words. As interested in conversation as she was, there was no opening to be gained.

”Do you believe in fate, Mr. Fireside?” She asked him with a slight smirk. What were the chances two leaders would find themselves out here like this? ”I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.” She continued softly, ”Not that I have many intentions of being proper right now.” Another amused smirk, not that he would get the joke. ”Venom,” She decided on, no pomp no circumstance, not even a last name.