The Sunspire The House of Troubles

On the other hand, she wasn't sure what she'd do necessarily.  There were too many here invested in the stupidity, so either she had to accept that they were a pack of fools and just work with it, or find some place that would appreciate her skills more.  Where?  She had not a damn clue -- she'd just followed along with the first group that would have her, and since the neighbors had both vanished, she didn't know too much about what else was around.

The one that galloped forward wasn't a packmate that she was all that familiar with, though was someone she'd scented around, at least -- and possibly seen at the hunt, depending on timelines.  But why the heck was she so gleeful?  Uhh.  Patrols?  Treason was more confused than anything, mostly because that greeting was way more casual than she'd ever say to someone who was basically a stranger.  Did she mistake her for someone else?  It only slightly broke her out of her sour mood, but it'd be easy enough for it to return.  Treason left the stage open for an unsaid, 'Soooo... Did you want something?'