Swiftcurrent Creek you're a sunflower

Rue was also weary of winter, winter and all the heartache it had brought. As all the green things withered and the world smothered beneath snowfall, so too did Ruenna's life deteriorate and happiness asphyxiate. 

Constantine had seemed eager enough to welcome the Plateau refugees, but he was perhaps the only one. This likely had something to do with Kavik's swift elevation to leadership. If Kavik had consulted her on this decision, she would have told him decline such an offer. Being subordiante to a stranger would only breed resentment among the Creek wolves, especially since it seemed like relations here were already tense.  

Soltero. 

Rue scented her friend nearby, and her heart-- heavy as it was-- lifted just a bit. She assumed he had been away or busy, as she hadn't seen him around since her arrival. Soltero was the one upside to starting over here, the one presence in Swiftcurrent Creek that wouldn't feel distant, strange or hostile.  

Rue sensed him nearing, and she oriented herself toward his approach. He appeared, carrying what looked to be a rabbit in his jaws. The whole picture was such a welcome sight, Rue felt hot tears welling behind her eyes.  She blinked the tears away as he approached, but the raw ache clawing its way into her throat remained. 

She wagged her tail as he came near, hoping to express how truly glad she was to see the man. After offering him a small smile, she cast her gaze downward, knowing her sad eyes would betray the heaviness in her heart.

"Soltero..." His name was all she was able to emit, voice both heavy with relief and wavering with pain.