Lost Creek Hollow Fargo, North Dakota

It was unfortunate for him that the one that was going to stumble across him was probably the most ornery wolf in the pack.  But hey, her player waited a few days to give everyone else a chance and this was what he ended up stuck with.

Treason was just going about her business, still narrowing down her list of options, and was currently in the process of seeing just how far this one location was from the borders.  She was just plodding along without thinking too hard, as she was coming from deep enough in the territory that really, there shouldn't be any dangers, and she wasn't planning on hunting either.  So it should just be boring, right?  Yeah, definitely.

Except it wasn't.

She spotted the guy in the water and over the next couple of seconds her brain processed a few things as her stride paused for just a moment, nostrils flaring to try to figure out who it was she'd stumbled across.  Huh, a wolf, kind of looked like Rueger, but not quite.  Maybe it was someone else new--- but wouldn't she have known?  Was she forgetting anyone?  No, couldn't be, had she walked past the borders without realizing it?  Nah, no way.  So who the hell was this idiot?  Once she got to that point, she started moving forward again, with more purpose and direction than she'd previously had.

With each stride Treason shifted from her previously neutral stance towards the disposition of a monster.  Her ears tipped forward, hackles rose, tail arced up behind her, and her face split into a brutal snarl as she charged towards him.  Whether he chose to surrender, flee, or do something else entirely, he didn't have that long to make a decision before the devil would reach that part of the creek and make one for him.