It came suddenly and rather quickly. Several knocks on the wood door of her cabin. Someone was here. Quickly she inhaled the unfamiliar scent. It wasn't anyone she knew, but they had the scent of the pack on them, especially that of Jac. Ruri could only guess that this person was a woman, who else would have Jac's scent intermingled so much with theirs? Doing her best to adjust herself into a more, presentable position Ruri decided it would be best not to turn the guest away. After all, it wasn't like she had anything to do, being injured and all. "Come on in. The door's open," she called, sitting up on the couch with her wounded right ankle propped up on a ratty old pillow. Keeping it elevated seemed to lessen the discomfort a bit, although Ruri did not have the slightest clue why. That was just one of those little questions that Ruri found herself occasionally pondering out of curiosity. Most of the conclusions she arrived at made little sense to her and were often discarded shortly after she arrived at them. However, thinking about such random topics was one of the ways she attempted to ward off depression when she felt it settling in. Unfortunately she hadn't quite succeeded in that endeavor this time. Perhaps this stranger would be able to take her mind off of her own problems with a conversation. Ruri did always enjoy conversing with her packmates.