Final Sale

Venom certainly didn’t have the supplies to armor thirty wolves, but it didn’t sound like the man was looking for that high of payment for such a she wolf anyway. More so it seemed as if the Empress was doing him a favor in taking her off his paws, one less mouth for him to feed and look after as their pack went into war. Venom would give what she believed to be a fair price for the girl as she was deposited at her white gloved paws.

With a small nod her giant squirrel companion was off to gather the payment. Of course he would find help from the various canine companions within Ashen’s borders and promptly arrive with their surplus of supplies. Ashen was rife with crafters and tinkerers, they would not be hurting for such commodities as this man and his people were.

As the supplies began to arrive and the servants took their quarry Venom flicked her forked tongue in a sign of dismissal as her sunset gaze settled on her new piece of property. She would certainty need to confer with her brother about this now. "Come.” She would command, and gesture at the same time for the woman to follow her into Ashen’s territory. The first slave to step foot here in a long long time.

"Venom"