like two cats in a bag

In honesty Venom knew next to nothing about Fireside. When Pestilence abandoned her for the other pack it had created a mental bias against them. She never made effort to make contact and Fireside hadn’t either, and for a time they lived in mutual ignorance. Save whatever Pestilence decided to reveal, which Venom had to assume was everything and more. Her sister had never been one to value truth. Not that an Empress put much stock in what others believed about her. Opinions were easy to sway, as her own was when Pestilence took the man before her as her alpha.

”Friends are just wolves with shared interests.” She answered softly, attempting to converse in such an unprofessional setting but not missing any hints. If her sister was such a valued member of the pack her voice would be heard. If what Toxicity said had been true, Pestilence would have been dead and the offender in attacking. If Pestilence told the same story she would be dead. Someone had attacked first and the Empress put that blame on both sister's shoulders. Venom wouldn’t take their quarrel against Tyrian and Fireside, but maybe Pestilence would, especially if she was on the losing side. Venom might never realize the truth of what happened that day.

”I hope she is well.” Venom had once been incredibly close to Pesto, she was her best friend. Then the fight with Gadreel happened and their relationship was never the same. Part of the Empress still mourned that early loss, so her words were genuine even if ties had been severed.