Final Sale

There was very little reaction on either wolf’s part as the Empress answered the terse call. The slaver seemed less than amused, obviously eager to be back where he came from. He hadn’t done much research on the pack he chose to sell his wares, as was made obvious as he presented himself and the girl he was looking to offload. He stated his name and origin, though Venom couldn’t truly know if he spoke the truth or not his reason for being there was no lie.

He yanked the chains and brought the girl around for the Empress to have a better look at her. She was small, and looked quite soft. Venom couldn’t imagine she had seen much work during her lifetime. There were few other things such a woman could be used for. The Klein Matriarch reserved her name as a critical eye roved the girl’s frame. "Does she know how to work, hunt, or heal?” She questioned from her lofty position. "I have no use for a brood bitch or sex slave.” While they were only assumptions, Venom was fairly certain the latter would indeed be her intended use.

"Venom"