Blacktail Deer Plateau grezig gets her head stuck in a log

Rue was beginning to feel more comfortable around her packmates, and for the most part she slept soundly when movements and whispers were kept to a minimum within the Door. However, once the first wolves began rustling around and making their departures in the morning, Rue's hypervigiliance kicked in and refused to allow her continued rest. 

Rue was not patrolling; she was headed for the borderlands. Since learning of the existence of the scout trade, she had been enthusiastically pursuing her travels and bolstering her knowledge base of the surrounding lands. Her path led her along well-worn patrol route that, from the smell of it, seemed to belong to Kavik. Rue followed along the route, feeling comforted by the scent of her alpha. The path smelled like family, like protection. 

Her head raised in interest as confused voices and --were those sneezes?-- met her ears. "Kavik?" she called, thinking she might have recognized his voice. Rue continued forward through the trees, curiosity piqued.