Hideaway Strath aint going back to barton hollow

Ruenna the Stray. Rue quirked a brow in amusement. She had gone by several titles in her time in the Teekons, but none quite as humble as this one. A more ambitious wolf than Rue might lament the backwards progress, but it bothered her not a lick. 

Rue paused thoughtfully. She decided she was going to grant Dingo the favor of pretending she didn't see that god-awful wink. "These woods seem honest enough, but I'll take your word for it, Dingo Crestwood."  She matched his upbeat tone, though her voice was softer in volume. Whether these woods held any secrets or not, it never hurt to make a friend. Right? "You have a deal." 

Hopefully keeping Dingo company meant just that; Ruenna wasn't signing herself up for anything unseemly. There were plenty of pretty ladies out there to provide -ahem- the other type of company for Dingo. He should save his winks for them.