The Sunspire All these worlds are yours -- except Europa

She was on the side of the mountain that was currently avoiding the sun.  Though it was on a downward course and Treason was way down at its feet in the shadows, investigating the borders as usual, the warm days weren't always welcome.  It hadn't been particularly eventful here recently from her point of view.  Just routine and her left to her own devices as she formulated plans that may or may not come to fruition.  She had ideas and she wasn't sure if anyone would go along with them -- which was unfortunate, as obviously since they were her creation, they were good.  If they were rejected?  If the pieces out of her control wouldn't cooperate?  Well, that was the only part she hadn't worked out yet.  And if she couldn't... Hm.  Treason would have to make some decisions, but given how her opinions were already rather tainted, they probably wouldn't weigh much on her. 

Aside from cryptic narration, Treason was sniffing around a somewhat old coyote trail that had crossed the border a while back.  She hadn't found the creature associated with it back when it first came to her attention, and it seemed like it hadn't returned.  Maybe someone else killed it.  Her broad paws scraped at the earth, scattering the scent more than time had already done on its own.  Perhaps it got wise and didn't come back.  Unlikely, but there was a fair chance it'd remain a mystery.