vandals

Her navy eyes shined with curiosity, her joy upon finding another to share this discovery with was absolutely evident across her youthful face. She was so happy, that she hardly paid any mind to the fact that the boy was stumbling both with his response and with her surprising presence. Her gaze quickly darted back to the stone and when he agreed with her, she continued to babble. "I know! But I wonder who left these marks.." She squinted at the surface of the ruin, lifting one paw to move the ivy away out of their sight. "Maybe it was another wolf, but! But then again, how would they do that? I thought it must be a feline!" For a second it seems as if Aralanne was talking to herself, but then she turned to face her new friend. "But are felines as intelligent as we are? Maybe not.." She gives him almost little time to speak, before turning around to study the boulder again. "What if.. what if it's a lost civilization that died out ages ago before our time?" She turns around now putting on a suspicious gaze, as if to try and intimidate the black-and-white boy. "They used to perform strange rituals over here.. connecting to the gods and other-worldly creatures by spilling the blood of one of their own!" A great conspiracy theory, which she knew very well is slightly unlikely to be true but sounded compelling nonetheless.