Thunder Dome plan a pretty picnic

Rue ducked her head and offered a sheepish, apologetic smile. It was certainly not the first time she had been accused of looking such a way-- she seemed to spend half of her life being hypervigilant and the other half being startled. The woman entered the little cavern, and Rue shifted over to make room. 

Oh.. Oh, goodness. 

She shifted over more. Rue hadn't quite anticipated the size of her new companion. Rue ducked again as the woman shook, and when she was done shaking she seemed to have grown in size if that was possible, fluffy coat sticking out in all directions. Rue supposed that was no matter-- a larger companion would only warm the cavern faster, and the woman seemed nice enough. 

The woman had not seen the dark lady Rue described. Huh. "Perhaps I did see a ghost, then," Rue remarked, her voice more offhanded than she truly felt. She suppressed a shiver. Her unease with the dark-pelted apparition was simply concern for the woman, she told herself. She certainly wouldn't let such obvious nonsense as ghosts frighten her. Certainly not. 

Apple Blackthorn introduced herself, referring to Ruenna as "young miss."  Perhaps Apple hadn't heard Rue when she had given her name. That happened to Rue fairly often-- she had to remember to speak up more. "Ruenna Redfern," Rue introduced herself again, a bit louder this time, and with the addition of her surname. "..Of Blacktail Deer Plateau," she remembered to add a beat later. After her recent stint as a lone wolf, she was still getting back into the habit of introducing herself as a pack wolf.