The Sunspire Boojums, snarks, spectral goats

It seemed likely that she was going to head off, and for that, Treason was thankful.  She could go back to something productive and worry about this nonsense another day.  Or not.  Wraen seemed to pick up on something that was far enough ahead that Treason simply hadn't gotten to that chunk of the borders yet and thus had no clue some other, far lesser canine had breached the borders.  Her ears tilted forward, looking where Wraen now was.  Treason only saw a flicker of whatever it was, but instinct told her to follow.  There'd be no asking for permission, no further questions.

Going downhill at least allowed her to easily keep up with the smaller wolf, gravity and her own giving her some speed assist.  The scent of the coyote soon filled her nostrils.  It urged her on with a low growl as snow was flung behind her.  She could now see the coyote trying to flee before them, but Treason, being a few strides behind, wasn't in the greatest position to do much about it other than continue the chase.  She'd be taking Wraen's lead, even if their moments-ago interaction made her question it.