White Wings

Venom often took extra patrols these days, in part to keep her mind from wandering too far. It was a bad habit, but one that would hopefully soon be put to rest. The future was too uncertain for her to put much stock into anything but herself and the Empire. So white gloved paws carried her over the island beaches, taking the sand bridges during low tide. These were the places less patrolled due to the barrier of the ocean. Not many wolves or dangerous creatures wished to get themselves wet seeking out her islands.

The Empress continued, her stroll uneventful before she caught a scent that did not belong. Her hackles raised with her quills as she went on high alert for a stranger within her bounds. Venom’s feet were fleet as she followed the trail from beach to river. There wasn’t too much ground to cover before her sunset gaze fell on the crumpled form that had fallen at the mouth of the creek.

There was absolutely no recognition as Venom looked the creature over, half drowned and exhausted. The Empress never really did let her guard down, but she could tell when there was no real threat to her. "Best hurry with your drink, trespasser, and state your business.” There was a warning in Venom’s voice, but at the moment the only real threat was being chased back to the mainland.

"Venom"