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Kukutux was born on the sea ice; the thought of it made Rue shiver. The younger woman certainly looked it, with a pelt of glacial hues and bright, lively ocean-eyes. 

"And you as well, Kukutux." Rue returned the pleasantry with a smile. 

Rue listened with interest as their conversation briefly touched upon pack relations. In her old life as a scout, this knowledge would have been of great import to Rue, and she filed the information away out of habit. 

Kukutux was being kind, and Rue appreciated the gesture. 

"You're right," Rue agreed, trying to sound a little more upbeat. "You're never too old to learn a new trade," she added, "..and four years isn't all that old." Rue still had many years of service to offer the Redhawks. Surely they would see that, even if they no longer thought of Rue as family. 

"What is it that you do for Moonspear, Kukutux?" Rue asked, turning the topic of conversation back to her companion.