Alcohol and alliances?

The shrine had always been the gate to the Ashen Empire, there were few wolves to come to her border that did not start at the edge of her white forests. New comers usually stopped here first, raids were held out within the woods, and political talks were had here. These facts made the islands much more secluded and private, everything the Empress desired for her home and palace. That also meant that the patrols of the white forests were even more important. She didn’t come across Kotori as she walked, but the sound of his voice was very close to the end of her patrol. The Ashen Empress heeded his call, her white gloved paws carrying her to where he lingered at the border, his large sack in tow.

With a curious tilt of her head Venom greeted the young Fatalis man. "Good afternoon, Kotori.” Her demeanor was relaxed as her voice as she lowered herself to her haunches and wrapped her tail around her hip. "What can I do for you?” There were not many she would make such a broad offer to, but she was quite curious what he’d come to her border for. She hadn’t quite picked out the new pack scent on him yet.

"Venom"