Blacktail Deer Plateau chicken noodle soup

Rue should have just slept under the stars as she usually did, but she was doing her best to integrate in with the others. If she was always absent from the Door when the pack was resting together, someone would eventually notice and comment. Rue felt the strong need to fly under the radar. If the pack knew how weak and pathetic their new recruit truly was, would they even want her anymore?

A packmate appeared-- a canine who was somehwat familiar to Rue, or else she might have seized up in terror once more. The floppy-eared wolfdog was a stark enough visual contrast to Sjorn that Rue was comfortable with her approach. Rue assumed that the woman had followed her from the Door. She had certainly made enough of a commotion to wake another and raise some questions among the other sleepers. 

"Hello," she answered, honey eyes meeting those of her new companion before casting downward. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I thought I, um.. that I.. heard something. But everything is fine." Rue wasn't a very accomplished liar. The explaination she offered was quite a pitiful excuse, and it was obvious that everything was not fine.