Danger noodle

Poor Lyre wasn't quite as social as the other ravens. He much preferred to watch from a distance, only making himself known if Ruin called him down from wherever he perched. Ruin certainly liked bossing the bird around and did so regularly but she also-sort of- gave him the space he needed to. Instead Ruin's gaze locked onto Prose as she dove from the sky and began to harass the snake. Ruin was quick to shake her head so fast her vision swam as her brother settled by her side. No no he was ruining it! She had a plan and everything and he'd gone and messed it up! Sort of. Maybe, just maybe she'd be kind enough to let him in on the fun. Just cause she was such a good and loving sister. Only if he played along and didn't tell Ma or Pa.

"No! Stop!" Ruin shooed the bird, waving her paw till the raven backed off.

She then turned to her big brother, bumping into his leg with her shoulder, her grin almost maniacal. She could barely contain her excitement, the den had been so dark and boring compared to the big wide world. More than anything Ruin felt as though she'd been missing out and was eager to kick start the fun sooner rather than later. As to what this fun would entail well... To say that Ruin was a bad influence was very accurate, perhaps even an understatement.

"Get a stick." She ordered before turning around to get one for herself, just beside the waters edge. Not overly long but more than thick enough to be suitable for a good poking maybe even whacking. "'Ike ish un" She mumbled, mouth very much full.