Looking for Seashells

It was time for trouble. Ruin loved her family and Abaven very very much but aside from the usual boring pack stuff not a lot seemed to happen around here. The adults might have been fine with that, might have enjoyed the peace and quiet of coastal life but not little Ruin. It was boring boring boring! Despite all the plots and plans she cooked up to amuse herself the day in day out routine of life was starting to get a little chaffing. Like Ruin wanted to grow up faster than was possible. Stomping down the beach with her tiny paws, Ruin's mismatched gaze narrowed in on the sight of a stranger she'd never seen before. They were pale like the sand but streaked with dark lines, nothing like any of the wolves she called family. Her brow creased into a tight frown as she stomped on over, playing the part of a protective pack member. When in reality she was just using this as a chance to make a pest of herself. Just typical Ruin things.

"Oi you! You ain't supposed to be here!"