what a coincidence

The two of them walked, their paces matching nearly perfectly as they spoke. Venom was relieved when Manea revealed similar, opening up the Empress’s trust. She was unaffected, but Alastor and her daughter were. Venom wasn’t so much a fool she didn’t realize she had by now given birth. She went on further as they progressed down the bank of the river. The northern pack, Winterfell as Venom knew them but perhaps not by that name when they crumbled. Manea had not been the one to oust them it seemed. Fallen by their own inferiority.

The name Sparrow was familiar but Venom wasn’t so sure they had met before. The Empress didn’t tolerate the rude very well. Though she wouldn’t try and allow Manea’s opinion to blur her own. Sparrow took the pack instead of Manea, which disappointed Venom but it was good to know the woman had created a band in its stead. It really was too bad for the pack, but maybe Manea needed the ability to do as she said. Increase her relationships and skill herself and her wolves.

”I’m sorry to hear that,” Venom offered truly. ”I did have my hopes…” She shrugged off the hopes of feeling her revenge through Manea. Knowing they just dissolved wasn’t nearly as satisfying. ”Well, if it’s training your looking for perhaps we can surmise a deal. My pack has recently split apart. My brother forming his own pack under the Empire and.. Another and her ilk were banished.” Venom told her truthfully, wondering how far she could push their trust, how much she could confide in Manea. ”Perhaps our wolves could train together.”