Perfect Preparations

Maverick had seen the changes happening around Boreas. He'd seen how segments of the continent had changed from sweltering summer to cooler autumn as if they had been plucked straight from a different timeline. It was bizarre, but not quite unnerving... yet. After his encounter with those strange fireflies down in Auster, he was being more observant of his surroundings and the changes within them every day. He hadn't told Venom about his impromptu trip to Auster, but something told him she was likely feeling the same sort of way without him needing to say a word.

His Empress had asked him to lend a paw in their offerings to the feast of the strange effigies that had appeared around the lands. Though he wasn't the most religious of wolves and didn't know how far his belief into the supernatural went, he could not explain away the strange goings on happening around him, and Venom seemed quite taken by it all, so he would do his part and participate. He sought her out, finding her by one of the pack's many larders, and approached her silently from behind, moving on the pads of his toes to slink up behind her and place a cheeky nip to her hip before sidling up beside her and grazing her cheek with an affectionate lick. "You summoned me, Your Grace?" he spoke in teasing humor, putting on his most haughty voice as he spoke like an overly dramatized highborn lord.

"Venom & Maverick"