in my grasp

There couldn’t have been a more diverse set of wolves chosen from what the pack had to offer. Plague was her second in command, her brother, the one she trusted most. He would give her his honest opinion, if not perhaps somewhat biased sometimes. Celeste was her newly promoted lead huntress, her lead scout, and ‘friend’ of her son. Pleione was her wildcard, Venom still didn’t know much about the young woman, but this was a good opportunity to be given a peek at what was beneath the stoic surface. Venom was quite interested in what she would bring to the table here.

Venom’s sunset gaze looked to each wolf as they spoke their snippet of observation or knowledge to their queen. Celeste mentioned how far the river stretched, Pleione mentioned the potential of flooding, and Plague followed up with his own observations. There would be wolves used to using these lands but otherwise would be easy to defend. She nodded to each wolf appreciatively as she thought about what they had to say.

"Good points,” the Empress began as she returned her attention to the wide river before them. "If you were the one to decide, why would or wouldn’t you decide to come here? I feel the river is better suited to accommodate our island dwelling people. However, I am not totally unconvinced we should take the Armada’s old land in the plains.” She started before looking to each of the wolves with her.

"Venom"