brown sugar cinnamon

The Empress had never been one to run from a challenge, and if this massive feline couldn’t be called that she wasn’t sure what she would. Venom was good at reading situations, if she wasn’t she wouldn’t be where she was today. The lioness seemed anything but outright aggressive, she was sure that would be easy to decipher.

The cat was well spoken, not that Venom should have been surprised. Sometimes it seemed like there were feral animals that didn’t have a lick of sense in them, and then there were those who could talk and feel just as the wolves of Ashen could. Like many of the pack’s strange companions that stuck to their master’s sides. Venom nodded in agreement, this was somewhere she would hate to bring some wobbling puppies.

Taiga, as she was called, went on to introduce herself simply with a name. Venom returned her gaze and gave a small nod of acknowledgement as the lioness carefully let herself lay down in the field. Care free as a cat of her size could or would be. "My name is Venom,” she started easily. "I am the rule of one of the wolf packs to the West.” She added for small talk’s sake. Plus it seemed as though this cat might be a collector of knowledge.

"Venom"