Ruin and BloodMoon were hiding out at base, plotting. The wolf (Ruin) is laying on the couch, searching for something in a book, while The fox (Bloody) is scampering around- clearly bored as seven kinds of hell.

Ruin was flipping through the pages with his paw, huffing in annoyance at his lack of finding what he’s looking for. His tail was flicking with irritation, and he was letting out little growls with each page he flipped.

BloodMoon however, was just scampering around, like the little fox he is- it was unnatural to not have his brother in his head, he didn’t like it- and he Hated that Ruin kept making jokes and jabs towards the sudden lack of BloodMoon’s other half; HarvestMoon.