Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Another adult joins their little gathering, and Venamis turns his head enough to observe her approach. Initially, all he saw was the alabaster speckling of her ebony pelage and he found himself holding his breath as he mistook Hela's mother as his own. How'd you find me!? Venamis thought fiercely, though the concern was quickly shelved as Cassiopeia drew nearer and it became very obvious to him that she was not his dam.

He let himself breathe again, and sought to steal another glance at the ashen girl from between Maegi's forelimbs. This was cut short, however, as the pallid leader shifted her weight and reached out to him, bumping her snout to his raven shoulder to accompany her request for his company elsewhere.

He lifted his cold stare, piercing the marred side of her face as she gave him no time to accept it decline, and frowned deeply as he padded along at her heels. Venamis wanted to say no, to defy her, to try pressing for more information of his family from the blue-eyed brute who'd attracted such an audience, yet he refrained. It seemed like the wrong time to do so, and he moved away to follow at Maegi's heels.