The Heartwood Stillness

And this was a chatty one!  Very much unlike her.  Treason's voice was even, somewhat slow, as if every word was calculated and chosen with care.  Really?  Would have thought it'd just be people passing through.  Treason wasn't planning on staying here at least.  She wanted to be able to find food and she felt that even mice would be hard to locate.  She skimmed the surroundings again,  Looks like a while ago.  Probably will be dead by the time it's alive again.  It was a forest.  Trees grew so slow she'd never noticed them changing, and trees weren't exactly something edible, so they were just background noise in her mind.

She still wasn't sure what to think of Witchbaby, as she was perhaps a bit naturally suspicious of the really talkative ones.  Too many words and not enough sense or something along those lines.  However, Witchbaby wouldn't be treated with any differently than she did anyone else.  It was too much effort.  Call me Treason. -- Don't coyotes live in packs too?  Or groups or something.  Can just pick a pack, show up, wing it from there.  That's my plan at least.  She rolled a shoulder in a shrug.  She hadn't tried too hard at this point either -- Treason had just wandered around, but the packs she'd passed by hadn't gained her attention for one reason or another.  She was sure that eventually something would draw her to one pack above all the others -- it would just take the right scenario or right person to do so.