Thunder Dome plan a pretty picnic

Ruenna nodded faintly as Apple expressed her approval of Ruenna's choice to leave her natal pack. Not that it had really been Rue's choice exactly. The girl might have explained that if the conversation had lapsed to silence, but she allowed Apple to continue speaking uninterrupted. The whole story behind Ruenna's departure from her birth pack didn't exactly cast her in the best light, and so she was content to continue to hear more about Apple's life. 

The small space in which they huddled was quite warm now, and Rue felt her eyelids growing heavy. She allowed them to blink open and shut sleepily as she listened, smiling to herself as Apple described her ex-husband's speedy journey to the end of the world. The language choice was quite artistic, leaving a lot of wiggle room for the imagination. Rue felt her thoughts drifting, imagining such a journey. 

By the time Apple had concluded with her advice on family-building, Ruenna had tumbled over the edge between wakefulness and sleep. Her breathing was heavy and even, and her dreams content. 

Fade. Thanks again for the save!