The Sunspire All these worlds are yours -- except Europa

Maybe coyotes could secretly fly -- it'd explain why the scent seemed to go in but not return.  It was nonsense, surely, but it was the kind of thing that passed through her mind as she started to head away from that trail.  That was when she'd heard Rannoch announcing himself.  Her head whipped around to face him, ears pricked forward, the momentary alert from being broken from her thoughts.  Treason relaxed, waiting for him to catch up, giving him a respectful nod of her head.

So she had plans, but the now-important question was if this was the time to mention them.  If she was a more socially-apt wolf, maybe she'd decide to try and butter up the alpha and get well into his good graces, but this was Treason.  She was Machiavellian and definitely leaned towards "better to be feared than loved" on the spectrum for reasons she might hold power.  She aimed for respect via her willingness to do whatever brutal things were necessary and just generally being a good soldier.  But was her skill set really needed?  Was there even room for a creature such as her to continue to climb or was she just going to hit a ceiling?  She was young, she still had plenty to learn about herself, as well as the world.

No new threats today.  So far, at least.  Just some ghosts.