he's just a little guy

Venom wasn’t sure that she was enjoying her grandchildren being in Ashen more than they were. The young pups seemed to flourish and blossom as they were given very nearly free reign of Ashen lands. Of course with all of the patrols and wolves within the pack there was always a pair of eyes on them somewhere. Today the proud grandmother had her sunset gaze on the little Tamago. She knew that it was likely that all of them would grow to impressive size, but now they were perfect little snuggle buns.

White gloved paws carried her closer to the lone pup, he was having a good time with the bright red clay that lined the banks of the stream that ran through the ravine. The warm sun of the spring day sprinkled down through the foliage above. Creating a brightly lit canvas for his painting. "What are you working on, little one?” She asked with a curious tilt of her head as she observed the child-like strokes of ‘paint’ on canvas.

"Venom"