The Heartwood between the rays

On her way back from an exhilarating fortnight at the Highland Games, Ruenna was moving slowly, as usual. She heard Meerkat's voice in the distance, although she couldn't quite make out the intended recipient of her call. It wasn't Rue she sought, was it? Had something gone amiss in the time Ruenna was away? 

Rue probably should have expected to come home to chaos; she'd been with Redhawk Caldera nearly a near now, she knew how it went by now. Just when she'd gotten adjusted to the fallout of one Redhawk drama, there was inevitably another right on its heels, knocking everything off-balance once more. 

Even more concerning was the lone voice that met Meerkat's, issuing a warning. Rue wasn't in the habit of going anywhere quickly, but she picked up her pace, closing the distance toward Meerkat's howl. She stopped only to lift her own howl up, voicing her camaraderie with the original caller. It was not a warning exactly, but it would be evident that Meerkat had backup here in the Heartwood.