Hideaway Strath There was a fire but now its gone

Well, here was someone Rue hadn't run into in a minute. 

"Rye," Ruenna chimed in surprise, nodding to her packmate as she approached the cache. "It's nice to see you back on your feet." The Pulsar had noted Rye's recent absence, but she assumed he had tucked himself away to recover from his sickness. 

She nosed through the cache, but nothing seemed particularly appealing. Some of the contents were starting to look a little stale, truth be told. If they didn't do something about this cache soon, the pack would have a whole new wave of sickness on their paws. "How's that tasting?" Rue asked, brow knitting in concern.