White Wings

Despite the exhaustion and near death drowning the fawn woman had a fire in her eyes. She wasn’t defeated yet. No matter how much fight was in there she didn’t have much hope of overpowering Ashen’s royal head. She had more spirit than Venom had anticipated, and her mind was working clearly enough to see the challenges ahead. The answer didn’t seem any kind of obscured as she spoke up again. There was no one to be loyal to left, they were all dead but her reach for tomorrow stretched further than one. She wanted them all.

Now that was something Venom wanted to hear. She wasn’t about to give up. The Empress might not know her history but there was still a bit of pride that wasn’t quite willing to extinguish. At the very least she had Venom’s full attention, her silver marked features tilted curiously and remained quiet. Allowing the she wolf to speak her piece, and she was given a name as well, though her introduction was cut off. As if she had consciously omitted her last name.

It didn’t matter, Venom didn’t recognize her at all, not her face, not her pelt, not her scent. Venom didn’t really expect the next words, but she bit at the opportunity to make a deal. Give her shelter, build her strength, and her loyalty would be given freely. "You strike a good deal.” If that fire in her eye was anything to go by, this would be a good deal. A little bit of help with a potential greater help in return with a loyal subject.

"As you wish.” Venom conceded easily. "I am the Empress Venom Klein Abraxas, I rule over the pack known as Ashen and my allies form the Ashen Empire. I’ll give you the temporary rank as peasant, you have up to half a season to prove yourself and earn a better rank.” She explained as briefly as possible. "We’ll revisit this conversation at that time if you’ve failed to do so. For now, drink your fill. I’ll feed you and give you a place to sleep. You’ll need your strength.”

"Venom"