Redsand Canyon 'cause we were misfits

Aquene called upon Ruenna in her domicile, and the Matrona welcomed her in warmly. 

"Yes, please come in, Aquene," Ruenna responded, clearly eager for company. Although she was tired much of the time and appreciated the peace and quiet that the pack took care to afford her, her days could often be a little dull. She could hardly wait for her time to come when she would she would share this space with the warm, precious little souls growing in her belly, and when her idle hours would be consumed by their care. 

Aquene had called to deliver her medications. "Thank you." Ruenna smiled gratefully. The larger her belly grew, the more acute the pain became. But this had been expected. 

"Aquene, I heard about your nuptials. Congratulations," Ruenna voiced, her perceptive gaze searching Aquene's features. Before the healer could respond, Rue added, "Although.. I worry that events did not occur exactly as you hoped in that regard." There was a darker emotion upon Ruenna's features now. Sympathy, laced with regret. Germanicus had kept Ruenna at arm's length from the pack's troubles, no doubt out of an instinct to protect her from stress. However, an unfortunate result was that Ruenna was left out of the loop, only to hear of events that had transpired after the fact. 

"Please know.. I am not able to be out and about and I would like, but I am still available to hear your concerns-- yours and those of any of the civilians. I will advocate for you, for whatever you need. I have the Imperator's ear, I daresay." Her smile turned soft as she spoke of Germanicus.