Redhawk Caldera Even a well lit place, can hide salvation

Ruenna finally limped her way to the borderlands, and she was not surprised to find Fennec already engaged with the stranger. It pretty much took Rue forever to get anywhere these days, with her injured back slowing her down. Come to think of it, she'd meant to speak with Fennec about the problem ages ago, but the self-proclaimed witch had not made herself the easiest woman to track down. Rue was never quite sure if Fennec was here or if she was off again (similar to the other young Redhawks), and she seemed to more or less keep to herself when she was here. Or at least, it seemed like she had lately. 

Rue joined Fennec quietly, dipping her head to the wintery stranger. She stood back a few paces to indicate that Fennec was still in charge, and she had no intention of interrupting. The questions that she had overheard might not have been Rue's first inquiries for an aspiring recruit, but if this was Fennec's style, she would roll with it. Rue had to admit, now that the question was out there, she was curious.