WE'RE GONNA WEAR THE CROWN —
Should they be doing this? Probably not, but the semi familiar smells and the promise of an ally made them slightly less frightened than before. It had taken several weeks of settlement, treatment, and consoling before Ace started to return back to the old catsune they were before the Cartel happened to them. Now, they even had the courage to snoop around in another clan's territory, albeit one they were familiar with since lots of Ruiners had at one point lived in or were currently living in the Shadow Veil or at least had family there.
It was here that Ace of Spades sought adventure and new discoveries...and maybe a friend or two. Kids their age were a bit lacking in the Ruins. The hum of the camp was well in the range of hearing, hell the Arcanium could even make out distinct conversations if they focused in on a pair talking over a meal. A breathy gasp was drawn from their chest as they ducked for cover when a Veiler turned in their general direction, only to slam into a small frame behind them and Ace's heart stuttered in their chest.