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For a wolf calling herself Treason, it was sort of a joke that her first thought was that his name was rather odd.  Goldyfox?  And he picked Goldy as the moniker to go by?  To her, Fox sounded like the better choice.  Or just picking something else entirely.  Treason, she said, making sure to leave enough space to show that was the answer to his question, and keeping a check to see what he thought of her name.  It was those subtle games that amused her most.

You've been here, what.. Weeks, a month?  Something like that.  It was what felt like a never-ending winter, so time was harder to judge, even though the days did seem to be longer.  She was here from the start.  And to a certain point she thought that fact earned her a bit more credit than some of the others who likely hadn't proved their worth.  She'd helped with the Redshank escapade.  She'd help with the borders, and any other beasts that raised their ugly heads.

Either way, first she had to pin down what she thought of Goldy besides wondering how different he'd look if dunked in a lake.