Finding my place

The young woman was looking rather uneasy, but something told the Empress it wasn’t just because she was at the border of Ashen facing its Queen. Venom wouldn’t linger on the fact, unless it was brought up it wasn’t going to be very important. The woman grinned lightly at her approach before answering her with little hesitation. She had been waiting for her in fact, and called her by name. That action solidified the assumption that she was actually family. There wouldn’t be much more guesswork either as the dual toned wolf went on.

Voodoo, one of Deathbelle’s youngest offspring. That made Venom begin to feel old. Her mother’s youngest were full adults now, it seemed like yesterday that she was pregnant again. It had been a long time since Venom had even seen Deathbelle, and part of her wondered if the woman hadn’t finally given up and passed on. From ruling monarch to powerless waif, it was a sad sight to see the once queen broken. There wasn’t anything Venom could do besides offer her a place in the Empire, but even that wasn’t really enough to restore any of her former glory.

"It’s a pleasure, Voodoo.” She interrupted slightly as she went on, unwrapping the items at her paws to reveal a couple of jars. Her eyes widened slightly with interest at the mead that was offered, it was one of her favorite drinks and she would take the gift with gratitude. "Thank you for the gift, I can assure you it will be appreciated.” She added as Voodoo lamented the fact that she had never seen Ashen. The hallowed lands where the Empire began in earnest. Her heritage.

Venom felt no malice within her guest, and the blood ties helped to soothe any hesitation within the Empress. "Then I will provide. Would you have any desire to tour the land with me? Perhaps ask questions you don’t have the answer to?” Venom offered kindly.

"Venom"