Meet and Greet

Venom had his attention, and that was perhaps a good thing. He didn’t see the threat in the other wolf's expression, and nothing started between them. Sirius had known Venom her entire life. Had held her, had dried her tears, and given her one of her first fighting lessons. She was, and always would be, a daughter to him. He had supported her rise to station when she had first become Empress, and his support in her had never wavered.

He returned the gentle pressure of her paw by placing his spare one over hers. He leaned forward, and kissed her brow. “Your daughters are regal fighters, and Ashen is strong. If you trust Maverick to protect you, I trust your judgement. All the same, I would feel better if you had my Grandson at your side. Impressions matter, and many would think twice before taking on his 55” of height. Besides, it would be a good chance for him to learn diplomacy. He is my Heir, and it's important he kindles relations with your family.” He said gently. He intended for Ashen and Armada to be supporters of each other long after he was gone.

"Sirius Fatalis"