Duck Lake looking like a snack

Rue's eyes flicked up and down in a quick appraisal of the man. Tssk, it looked like some of the blood matted in his fur wasn't from the ducks. Natjuk had clearly gotten himself into trouble out here, and from the smell of things... it was a wolf who had injured him. 

He seemed to be a wolf of few words, which Rue could appreciate. She would get to the point, then.

"We're recruiting," Rue disclosed, one brow quirking in curiosity. "The Plateau can always find a place for an accomplished hunter." No harm in letting the man know he had impressed her... and perhaps she would even earn a recruit out of this encounter. Perhaps Natjuk was tired of being beat up by lone wolf life.