Puppy Hurricane

Sirius had indeed offered to bring his own tribe of youths down to meet up with her newest litter. It was mentioned briefly how many more pups the Armada had than Ashen, but Venom was nearly over confident in her pup’s ability to keep up with the older children. They needed some pups closer to their age to fully deplete their seemingly endless storage of energy. All signs pointed to the playdate being exactly what they needed.

Venom had spent the evening preparing the four rambunctious children after Marshal announced the impending arrival of Sirius and his mini pack. His call at the border wasn’t unexpected so the Empress went out to meet him. After almost a season of relearning the territory Venom’s white gloved paws carried her over the now well worn paths with ease.

The Empress greeted Sirius and his entourage with a grin and greeting, eagerly ushering him into the territory. She had prepared a picnic area by the lake. With so many eyes watching the water wouldn’t be too much of a danger to the plethora of puppies that would be meeting today. Once everyone was comfortable, and the wave of puppies were about to be released from the wagon, Venom drew herself up.

Her voice was much more commanding than had any right to be, but it was only so she would be heard over the commotion. "Alright everyone, quiet for a moment.” She waited for the commotion to settle, while giving a stern glance to any that hadn’t listened. "Before we go play, I think everyone around the circle should introduce themselves! Tell us your name, and what your favorite game is.” Venom started, hoping it would be both an ice breaker between the kids and an opportunity for her to try and memorize names. "I’ll start. My name is Venom, and my favorite game is Duck, Duck, Goose.”

"Venom & Maverick"