Grow Together

Ashen was changing rapidly and Venom felt like she was fighting to keep up. Most of those transitions were completely out of her control. Hattori had slipped from her toe tips and her family was rent asunder with its patriarch abandonment. Losing her pillar of strength was a challenge she hadn’t been prepared to endure. But there was no other choice beyond adapt. Conform or die.

She tried to keep her mind in line with that of a gardener, she convinced herself she had been pruned. The weak, ungainly parts of her had been pruned back, and when the weeds were pulled from around her the roots she had sent down were incredibly disrupted. But every action had been a necessity in making her grow. It hurt, more than anything she had ever felt before, but she held out hope that in the end she would regain her strength tenfold.

She returned to patrols after a brief sabbatical, heeding Plague’s suggestion she take time to herself. She tried to dwell on the new memories, the strange places she had seen and the interesting wolves she had met. The more she worked at forgetting the pain Hattori caused her the better she was doing at finding herself. Only in the shattering would rebuilding occur, and she was slowly being rebuilt.

The sound of a call at her border distracted her from her patrol, but she wouldn’t allow Manea to be left waiting at her border. A Klein like smirk played on her features as her white gloved paws carried her to the newly installed alpha’s presence. She hadn’t toppled Winterfell, but she carried a royal title now. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Manea?” She greeted softly as she made herself comfortable near the powerful woman.

"Venom"