you've got a friend in me

The Destruction girl curled her lip up into a partial smile as the pup gave a tail wag and returned a greeting. She was surprised the young one was out here by himself, then supposed she wasn’t much older herself. She had been… she had… she buried the thought of where she had been when she was his age. Instead, she swallowed, and pushed out her smile again.

“I’m Motif Destruction, from Abaven, who are you?” she returned. If they were related, this would be her chance to find out. She figured the odds with 50/50 with that colouration. She likely had a lot of family she didn’t know about, what with the way Rhyme was estranged from his family… his other family, the half that didn’t matter because who wanted someone around that didn’t love their sweet puppa.