gigantic, ginormous, colossal, butt

Ruin hid her mounting frustration better than some. Hate was too strong of a word, but to say she'd grown tired of Abaven was pretty dang accurate. Much to her parent's dismay, Ruin had no interest in playing house, in acting all submissive and sweet, just to fade into the background of pack life. She wanted out and no offence but if anyone thought she'd hang around a moment longer than she needed to then they were pretty numb or naïve. Maybe both. For what she lacked in physical growth her mind had made leaps and bounds in the past few months, gone was the pup who stumbled through her sentences and came up with small times schemes that made her a nuisance at best and adorable at worst. Her schemes were bigtime, vast and expansive and...like trying to start a fire with wet wood they just didn't work in Abaven. Not for a lack of trying.

Donning her hipster glasses, Ruin coasted through the Plains without a care as Lyre followed overhead. The dark shape in the distance was no doubt one of her brothers and he seemed moody. Perfect.

"Who pissed on your breakfast?" She asked, in lieu of a proper greeting, before playfully tugging at the loose skin on the scruff of his neck. Even if only for old times sake.