She gave him a pointed look when he asked for her name. Her brow twitched up, as if surprised by his lack of knowing. "Princelings ought to know their wolves," she said with narrowed eyes, curious as to why he hadn't probed his mother - or the others - for as much information as he could. In his position, she would have. "Ruby, a spy, but more than that soon enough." She was unashamed with her ambitions, after all. She'd been eyeing the higher ranks for some time, but she had yet to decide which seemed most suitable for her. She had considered becoming the pack's Chronicler, but she did not fancy the idea of being at the beck and call of children. Snoop, then. She'd have all the information that the Chronicler had but with shadows at her back rather than curious children. She nodded sharply, confirming the decision in that moment. Apollyon had, in his own way, made her decide.

It didn't surprise her that he took her next comments in a much different light. He seemed stubborn, or at least determined to be his own wolf rather than just his mother's son, or an heir, or any of that. If she had to take a guess, Apollyon wanted to be known as Apollyon alone. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, though it certainly made her watch him with equal parts suspicion and captivation. Ruby was not accustomed to having her own identity challenged, and the thoughts he seemed to inspire made her uncomfortable. It was, at least, the kind of uncomfortable she could handle with poise. She nodded at his questions and spent a moment in silence, thinking over what he had asked, and his response to the suggestion of being proud of his lineage - it seemed even his father had tried that comment. It hadn't stuck, apparently.

"These packs only exist because of those that lived in the past. Iromar, Susil, Ruieze...They were all decided by others. Even those that rule them now are informed by their predecessors," she finally replied, her voice slower and quieter as she tried to form an answer that articulated her feelings. Feelings were often difficult to translate into words, particularly to a child who had yet to see much of the world. "Your mother chose Iromar because of those - the dead - she feels connected to. Spirane's Queens rule because of their connection to the past, to the dead. When we hear Diveen, we think of a certain kind of wolf, a type, because of those in the past." She tilted her head, wondering if it made sense at all. To her, the dead had created the world they lived in, and so by understanding them, they could better understand their world. After all, it could explain a lot. If a wolf had been born under the scrutinous gaze of others, it was likely because of something in the past that they had no control over. So, if they understood it - and the wolf behind it - they could act in spite of it, or at least understand the judgement rather than simply suffer below it.

Her head tilted to its opposite side, curious about his thoughts on the matter. She hadn't really found another wolf for some time to share her thoughts with openly - even with Avery, she felt a sense of having to hold back some of her questions or thoughts. Avery was, after all, her Queen, and whereas Apollyon might have had aspirations of Kingly proportions, they existed on a more equal footing at that point at least.

"Well," she began to reply more eagerly, "there's a lot of reasons for it, I think." She grinned, clearly pleased to be talking about more...factual things. She rose and stretched her legs out, jabbing her muzzle towards the boneyard again. "Those who died here had children, but a lot of those children moved onto other places. Demons did that often. They would arrive, settle in, and then there'd be large groups that'd leave to a new place. They wanted to spread." Or, at least, she had deduced from what she had heard others say, and based on what little her mother had ever revealed about her siblings or other kin. "The Angels were Assassins at first. They spread their blood, but they only spread their teachings to the special ones - those Assassins. So as their blood spread, their identity didn't. Now there are lots like you - Angels by blood, but they lack the title. What happened to those Assassins, though? I do wonder about that, at least." They had been, after all, part of the War. The Assassins had been an invaluable part of Diveen's victory, but where had they gone? Who had they been? Diveen was no longer ruled by them, and she had not heard any wolf claim to be one...though, would she have heard it even if there were wolves labeling themselves as such? Perhaps, and she thought about it with a sudden suspicion, the Angels had been existing beneath the surface the entire time.

She let out a small hm beneath her breath, then shook her head slightly to remove the look of suspicious thought she had found herself wearing. "It is my duty to be able to better answer that question now. I'll find out the truth - where did they go, and why?" She puffed her chest out slightly, proud of having a goal and a purpose in that moment. Besides, it was exciting. She wouldn't lie and pretend like that knowledge wasn't something she craved too. "Perhaps Spirane and Taviora will have answers. They are old families, with even older tales to tell." She just had to find a reason to go - or rather, be given a reason - and then, and she thought of it with a sigh, she'd have to find a reason to steer the conversation in that direction. Being blunt, too direct, might not be such a good look for Iromar. Diplomacy was hard! All the side-stepping and sweet talk...All Ruby wanted was answers.