Duck Lake lord and one day i come home to find

Rue drew up beside Thorn as he began to move in the direction of Diaspora. Being a wolf who preferred to look a conversation partner in the face while speaking, Rue would keep close to Thorn until the morning sun banished the fog.

"You thought I might not?" Rue questioned, one eyebrow quirking upward in amusement. With a sigh, she continued, "If you thought that, then you don't know the true state of things in Swiftcurrent Creek." She shook her head, glad to be leaving it behind.

Constantine and Soltero seemed like good wolves, and it was a shame that they would have to deal with the mess that the Plateau refugees' arrival seemed to have created. Rue would take comfort in the fact that she had perhaps been the least messy of all the Plateau wolves, and she reminded herself once again that it was not her responsibility to clean up after the mistakes of the others.