Alcohol and alliances?

“Venom,” Kotori dipped his head in a respectful manner for a moment.  He had told Venom before any other wolf of his interest in creating his own pack so it felt rewarding to be here at this moment and share it hadn’t been just empty words.  She had offered him advice during his stay and Kotori had been careful to not take anything for granted.

“There is a new pack in Boreas.  My pack, Valta, is now set up at the rapids where Abaven once stood.  Soon enough I intend to make sunset falls part of my pack’s territory as well.”  There was no hiding how good it felt to finally get to share these tidings.  The fresh success still had the earthen-hued wolf in a good state of mind.

“That said, I wanted to come to you and officially ask for an alliance with Ashen.” Kotori picked up the edges of his sack in his jaws to lay it down at Venom’s feet.  “I can think of no items so valuable to be equal to that of an alliance.  So I bring items simply as a humble gift with a promise that Valta will fight tooth and nail for any of its allies and be ready to assist should you ever call.”

Kotori moved the lip of the bag open a bit more.  “I never saw many polar bears out this far, obviously they prefer colder climates.  So I thought pelts from polar bears might be a change of pace.  One as a rug, one more as a pillow.” A tap given to the bottle of ale, “I hear this is supposed to be good quality.  I haven’t tried it myself.”

Too bad no one had ever come to Venom to request an alliance while Kotori was present before he mused.  With the Armada he could have bungled his request to dad in a million ways and of course, dad would still have approved.  Kotori had been on good terms with Venom from his time here but there was a difference between friendship or on good terms and a true alliance.  

"Kotori Fatalis"