Merrily we fall out of line

This lady was very serious, all glum and rumbling, a far cry from the kind and approachable wolves of Abaven. Had Ruin been any other pup this might have bothered her, the strangers words might have sunk in deep and instilled a sense of fear and worry in the little pup, but Ruin simply smiled with her tail still wagging.

"I'm not scared." She proclaimed without hesitation. She'd always had such clever eyes and with each passing day her gaze only grew sharper, all the more cunning. "Are you?" The way she asked certainly made it seem as though Ruin believed she was, why else would she be so prickly about standing close to the edge? Adults could be so boring sometimes, it took a lot of poking and prodding to get them into the frame of mind that made them amusing and worth Ruin's time. An effort Ruin wasn't sure she wanted to put in.

The woman continued on, talking nonsense of which Ruin didn't really care to hear. Empire this and death that, concepts that Ruin didn't yet understand, but she would in time when she wasn't quite so young and dumb.