Whitefish River "brew glory,"

Rue wagged her tail as she was welcomed by both alphas. Liri immediately cracked a small joke in response to Rue's question, and had it been last month or even last week Rue might have ducked her head in shame. However, as the girl was growing more comfortable with Liri-- and indeed, with the rest of the pack-- something quite extraordinary happened: Rue actually smiled back in response to the light teasing.

She hung onto the alpha's every word as Liri elaborated on her description. Scouting sounded like everything Rue loved to do, except perhaps the "abassador" thing, seeing as strangers put the girl on edge. If she was going to make a good scout, she would need to find a way to work past that. 

Rue didn't mind when Liri's attention was pulled back to the hunt, and she trailed both alphas with a newfound lightness in her step. With thoughts of scouting occupying her mind, it was difficult to keep her focus on the trail. Her gaze kept wandering off to the surrounding lands as she made mental notes of the territory the way she imagined a scout might do.