crying wolf

Ruin had intended to lie, to claim that she'd seen a wolf in the water struggling to stay afloat buuuut this was a whole lot better. She turned, dropping all pretence of fear and concern, her gaze cold and detached as she eyed the golden creature, all tall with long spindly legs. And yet here it was, walking around her home like it owned the place, as though it hadn't just strolled into wolf territory. Just by sight and smell she knew it wasn't one of them, that it didn't belong here. And frankly the way it get plodding towards her in no hurry at all annoyed the Cavaliere-Klein, tempting her to indulge in her darker sense of mischief.Ruin didn't know about hunting but she knew that wolves ate animals with hooves, from a distance she'd seen her sisters drag down deer and rip into them, sending red stuff splatting against the ground. Did this animal think it was above such a fate? Or maybe she wanted to be eaten too, if so Ruin reckoned she could help make that happen.

Her brother-not sure which one- arrived on the scene, quills and teeth bared as though he stood a chance against the towering beast. Ruin really appreciated the sentiment and with her shaky, uncertain expression back in place she stepped close and nuzzled her head against his shoulder, grateful for his company. They were family, he belonged here and Ruin wanted him by her side. In him she found strength and an easy lie slipped from her lips.

"It's okay, I think she wanna stay for dinner." Her gaze was cunning and sharp, wondering if she could trick the beast into filling their bellies later. If nothing it would get her to leave, to run and never come back.