Oh, why had she done this? What could have possibly possessed her to go out on a rainy day? The fragile, petite blind girl did not know. All she knew, was that it hadn't been raining when she had started her small trek, but it certainly was raining now. She had set out towards the cave where Jac had called for the pack celebration, wondering if he had spent the past few, rainy days there brewing booze and waiting out the storm. He hadn't returned to the house to check on her, and in turn the loyal sidekick was beginning to worry. Perhaps, she had been a little bored today, but the past few days hadn't been boring. Heath had come to visit her, which she had found to be an immensely enjoyable experience. However, he had been the only one. Everyone else seemed to be away, likely avoiding the rain, as she should have been doing.
The slate and ivory border collie hadn't intended to be gone long, but the wet, slippery ground had made her trip to the cave slow. She hadn't even made it halfway before the rain had begun to pour again. Now, she was soaked, her relatively thin coat soaking up the water far faster than the coat of a wolf. Dogs were not as well suited to the elements as their pointy-eared cousins. This, Ruri was uncomfortably aware of as she struggled to make her way back to her cabin. However, the slender optime somehow managed to stray from one of her memorized routes. It was likely the torrent around her that had disoriented the she-dog, but now she was heading towards a completely different abode, one that she was not familiar with.
Her unfamiliarity with the structure became immediately apparent when she felt for the porch, only to discover that there wasn't one, only a single door sheltered by an overhanging portion of the roof. With her soft, white furred hands, Ruri did her best to jiggle open the doorknob and rush inside. Her sensitive nose immediately recognized the dusty smell of the home's interior, as well as the lack of familiar scents. "W-where am-m I?" she questioned, her whole body shivering and soaked with the cold rain. Immediately she scolded herself for having ventured out of the nice warm house to go look for Jac in the middle of a rainstorm. Now, she was in an unfamiliar house, soaking wet, without anything to keep her warm. She did her best to shake herself to rid herself of the excess water, although this was difficult to do in her bipedal form. Still, she was cold, wet, and confused. The blind duchess did not like this situation one bit