a calling card

Confusion rippled over the Abaven alpha’s features as she processed Venom’s question. However much older Theory was than Venom, standing here now she felt like the woman’s elder as she was so caught off guard by the question presented to her. Making obvious how different their minds worked from one another. The Empress expected some kind of ulterior motive, she was collecting youths from all over the continent. What other benefit could there be? Venom could see Theory molding the minds of the young to feel that strong connection with Abaven, cementing their presence in the hearts and minds of the generations to come. Really it was brilliant if it were not an unintended consequence.

”I see,” Venom echoed her husband, but she was much more understanding in her words. ”I think Ashen will have to take advantage of such a generous offer.” However much Venom trusted her pack to train the youths of Ashen perhaps they would do well to send a young wolf or to, just to further asses and know what Abaven was about. ”We are technically family after all.” She finished softly. Her aunt Samara lived with her cousins there, and now Void married her brother. At the very least the connection should be pursued.