may the dread wolf take me

Maybe she had the uncanny ability to be at the right place at the right time. Ruby felt her stomach converge on itself and she hated it. Ruby had no indication of realizing what she even felt. The narcissistic lady had grown irritated as she passed by the thorns. Though it made her idea she could use these thorns as a defense for a den. She had recently accepted being a "false" mother still meant providing shelter and care for the young ones. It wasn't like their parents cared about them anyway. Ruby laughed at the idea, she enjoyed telling others what to do and children seemed easier to mold. What she didn't expect was to run into a child whose scent seemed to mix... not quiet of one pack not quiet of another. Every time she smelled them she wanted to gag. No offense to the night mother but Ruby preferred to keep her priorities to herself.

He got himself stuck in one of the thorns. Ruby's eyes glinted... a chance. "Oh dear doesn't struggle too much you'll get yourself further stuck." she trotted forward and immediately began to untangle him. "I must say a pup like you shouldn't be out here without your guardians." she frowned deeply appearing genuinely concerned as she looked over the pup. She had made the attempt to untangle him but she wasn't sure if he still had thorns on him. "What's your name sweetheart? Don't be afraid I'm here to help you." She smiled softly.