Alcohol and alliances?

Kotori easily greeted her back by name, they shared no intricate titles or stuffy welcomes as they spoke to each other plainly. He swiftly made himself comfortable before beginning to tell her exactly what he had come to announce. Kotori had taken the mantle of leadership, he formed a pack from the dust. Venom’s pale brows lifted, less in surprise and more of interest. "Congratulations,” She told him softly as he took a breath and began to speak on his future plans.

The Empress felt the honor of this act, he had told her of his ideas before he left Ashen. Now he had returned to create in full, the relationship between their packs that he had promised. His next words were the gift of his promised alliance. She knew only very vaguely his relationship with her own daughter, who was a piece of the alliance with Elysium. He already had a paw up on Manea, as Venom still felt as though Sirius held a father-like figure in her life. So she and Kotori were already everything but siblings.

He offered up a rare white pelt made from the massive bear of the northern reaches. Ko was correct, they did not often show their faces here. He didn’t even have to bring her a gift, but they were much appreciated in either case. "You flatter me, Kotori.” She started as her sunset gaze looked over the offering he brought. "I would be honored to instate an alliance with you and your young pack, I appreciate your gifts, and will offer the same in return. If anyone is to turn their teeth or claws to you, Ashen will be at your back.” He didn’t seem like a conqueror, but she would offer as well. "I will eagerly listen if you have plans of expansion that my pack might assist in.”

"Venom"