Lost Creek Hollow Fargo, North Dakota

terance had showed up a little late. he'd been on patrol a little north of here when the scent of treason-- and a stranger-- crossed past him. naturally, he beelined it that way, a bit of concern bubbling up. he'd heard the commotion, as well, but naturally, by the time he got there, treason had already had the intruder cowering... and... in the creek. 

nose twitching, terance found nothing else wrong with the situation, catching the end of the conversation and chuffing with amusement. leave it to treason. his tail swung, ears pressed forwards, fur on his shoulders still slightly raised, but he didn't intervene. she had it handled.