Grow Together

Manea returned her greeting with a small tilt of her head. They were alone for now, but Venom doubted Alastor wasn’t here because he’d left the brilliant woman in front of her. It didn’t matter for now, it was really the two of them that needed to talk, and Manea was swift to get to the meat of it. She’d been spending time with both Fenmyre and the Hallows, because she had raised her own pack. While Manea hadn’t been able to claim Winterfell she did persevere to form from ashes her own pack.

"Oh?” Venom asked pleasantly surprised. "Congratulations are in order.” She grinned along with the accomplished woman. Her mother had been in a very similar situation when she had raised her own pack. Venom’s ascent was much different, and she wondered if she could have ever done the same. The newly crowned queen invited Venom… and her family, to their pack next season.

"I think that would be a beneficial visit. There is.. One less in my family though.” Venom spoke hesitantly, remembering vividly her slip with Artorias. She took a deep breath and went on. "My husband left me.”

"Venom"