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Rue had startled the woman, poor thing. 

It took Rue half a beat to understand what the stranger meant. A sister to the snow? Rue?  She blinked in surprise. Perhaps... perhaps she had grown in more white hairs than she cared to admit. She would be five years old this summer, after all.

"As are you," Rue noted. "And the sister of my sister, is also my sister." She smiled warmly.

"So come sit with me, sister." She extended the invitation with another friendly wag of her tail, scooting to make room beneath the blackberry bush.