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The apparition was not a ghost, or a figment of Rue's imagination, as she had more or less assumed. This revelation only made the stranger more frightening for Rue. For every step that the pale yearling took forward, Rue shrank backward. Her ears flattened in bewildered dismay with the other wolf's slightly demanding tone. Was Rue in the wrong here? Had she missed some sort of claiming scent marker that this wolf had put down? It was entirely possible; with the sulferic stench hanging over the area, Rue's sense of smell was more than a little off. 

"No one, sorry," Rue piped a quick answer, still shrinking away as she mentally panicked. What if this yearling had friends around, or family? Had Rue unwittingly stumbled into pack territory? What kind of masochistic pack would choose to settle in such a hellhole? 

The yearling's next question calmed Rue just a bit. If she was asking whether Rue lived here, then obviously the other wolf didn't live here herself. "Here? No, God, no," she insisted, still feeling flustered. A beat later, Rue was wondering if her words had been too rude. Perhaps the other young woman actually enjoyed it here. "Sorry," Rue offered another apology. She was a moment away from turning tail and fleeing and would do so immediately if there was any hint of this interaction turning hostile.