What's The Tale, Nightingale?

Venom knew what it was like to be an inexperienced yearling trying her best to rule a pack on her own. Of course the Empress was long past that stage, age and experience had completely rid her of the once nervousness. Haydee did a good job in mostly hiding her nerves, and perhaps if Venom hadn’t been there once before herself it would have been completely hidden.

The Empress tilted her head slightly as she listened to the girl’s reply. This was an Austerean pack that mostly kept to themselves, much like Venom and her Ashen did. The pack was quite young, not any older than the girl Haydee herself. Though formed much like Ashen itself. The memories coming back to the Klein Matriarch were bittersweet, and certainly not what this meeting was for.

Venom focused on Haydee’s words as she offered up the story of her life and the pack of Ethne. There was very much drama to be had, and like Venom herself, Haydee had lost her father. Venom was struck, though she tried not to show her emotions openly so she wouldn’t upset the young alpha. Venom nodded as Haydee began to wind down her story, and maybe the girl would never realize how much Venom could empathize with her.

"Well, it’s good to meet you.” Despite having nothing to do with the girl they had nearly lived the same life. "Hello, and welcome to Ashen. I appreciate you making the trip all the way here to introduce yourself.” And that was the honest truth, the meeting thus far had been full of memory and meaning, at least for the Ashen Empress.

"Venom"