From your lips to my ears

The Warlord had an open invitation to enter Ashen. It was likely that had changed with the new rulership. News that had been delivered to him by bird that very day. The news was as shocking as it was unexpected. A wolf he did not trust had taken over the Empire, and Venom was unwell. His distrust of the inbred Klein left him acting in a way that was perhaps unwise. In a way he had not acted since his youth.

He chose to believe his open invitation still existed, and stepped into Ashen territory. Heading immediately to Venom. He would not rest until he had seen her for himself, until he heard from her lips that this was a voluntary change. That she had not been poisoned and usurped. He announced himself at the border, and went immediately to her den. “Venom?” He called out, worry lacing his tone.