like two cats in a bag

While her sister’s accusation of her being a hermit to her palace was blatantly untrue, Venom was a recluse within pack lands. Very rarely did her white gloved paws pass the pack’s borders. That they would bring her now to this man, one who held his own power and transgression against the Empire, was nothing but an act of fate. She wasn’t so convinced by his answer to her, he’d believe in it when confronted with the beauty of an Empress. His compliment was appreciated in the form of the amused smirk that played over her sharp features. Not that the woman would ever break her vow of loyalty to her Husband. Tyrian didn’t need to know that fact though, if she could lower his defenses with her pretty face she would take full advantage of that. She owed him nothing except perhaps retribution.

”Well met, Tyrian. I’m glad to have a name to match the face.” She paused for a moment, considering her next actions. On any normal day she would have turned tail and returned to her domain. While actively engaging the man seemed less than enthused about making any kind of meaningful conversation. He allowed her to lead, quite gentlemanly considering the history of their packs. Her gaze narrowed as a thought entered her mind, uncertain of the appropriate words going forward. ”You’re acquainted with my… Sister, Pestilence, are you not?”