Hoo hoo... who?

Rebel gave her a glance over her shoulder as she led the way, mentioning that there was never really anything she was looking for on an exploring trip. The journey was the destination so to say. "That is indeed the fun of it. If you’re looking for something there’s no telling what you’ll miss that you were not searching for.” Venom added as they continued onward under the light of the moon. The mother saw so much of her mate in their young daughter. His characteristics had shown up strongly within their children. Just as Venom had wished when she named them all for his attributes. The thought made her smile even more as they went on.

Of course, Ashen wolves were not the only ones to be most active in the night as the hissing sound of a crocodilian would prove. One of the largest of all the crocs, the gharial was nothing to scoff at. However, in Venom’s experience, their slender and fragile mouths made them much less of a threat than the saltwater crocodiles that would occasionally find their way to Ashen’s old territories. Rebel was swift to act, jumping back to avoid the warning bite.

"Be cautious, my child.” Venom warned her. "Their jaws are weapons, but they are also one of their weak points. If we harass it enough without being bitten, it's likely to make a hasty retreat.”

"Venom"