come at me bro

Ruin was feeling rowdy, ready for a bit of rough and tumble that afternoon. She stomped along as though her paws were as heavy as rocks, tail as straight as a blade with her head held high. She'd had play fights with her siblings more times than she could count but she wanted something a little more serious, a conflict with a clear winner and loser. Not a little squabble that puttered out once they'd gotten bored or someone nipped a little too hard. In Ruin's mind it didn't matter that she was much smaller than her brothers and thus at a disadvantage, she was convinced she was far more clever, wittier and quick on her paws. More than capable of seizing victory, even when the odds were against her.

Stepping out into the centre of the plains, some distance from the river, Ruin tipped her head back and let out a howl; outright demanding that one of her brothers get over here so she could beat them up!