Witchy Wolves

This was the place that Venom found herself wandering when she needed to more fully clear her mind. The night was young, the sun hadn’t been down for very long but already the mists had become heavy in the air. The plant life here seemed to flourish all year, but then again the deserts were never so heavily affected by the winter temperatures. The air certainly was though, as was evidenced by the heavy fog that trickled into the valley like oasis.

As her white gloved paws carried her over the sand and through the fog as her sunset gaze scanned the area. She would have been errant if she hadn’t caught the sight of three figures almost appearing in the mist. Her head tilted slightly as she made a somewhat hesitant approach.

"Venom"