past, present, future

Kuroki seemed to understand quite well where Venom was criticizing him, and the young man accepted her verdict with as much grace as he possessed. He’d always reacted better to her admonishment than Hattori’s but then again she understood her son better than his father did anyway. Hattori was her rock and foundation, but he lacked in the art of the tongue, in different ways than his son.

That was the last that was said about the misunderstanding as Kuroki mentioned the pack he had his sights set upon. Venom knew relatively little about Abaven, mostly what Plague told her about his husband’s pack. That and their aunt Samara lived there with her mate and their cousins. Abaven wasn’t a continent away either.

”Well,” she tried not to be insulting, she really was proud of her boy. She couldn’t help but keep her paws crossed he didn’t make things any worse between the two packs. ”If that is where you wish to focus your efforts I won't stop you. And, you already have an entry to the pack, your great aunt Samara lives there.”