Lost Creek Hollow Now they say we were never even saved

She was done with the borders for now, happy with the patrol she'd done before her paws turned inwards towards their territory.  Thus far, things had been quiet.  That was nice, but she figured that it couldn't last.  Something would happen, one way or another. Fate just needed time to sort out what kind of wrenches they'd throw at the pack.  It gave her something to ponder as she walked beneath the canopy.  Things were still a little damp there from the previous night's rain given that the sun often didn't make it through the branches.  Eh, would probably dry out by the end of the day if there wasn't a second cloudburst.

Either way, Treason figured she might try to do something that was all amiable or whatever and possibly cross paths with one of the other members of the pack.  Check in, see how things were going, all that nonsense.  That's what she was supposed to do now, wasn't it?  Part of that whole leadership thing.  She'd been keeping pretty busy doing border duties and a tiny bit of attempted recruiting to pay much attention to those who were already here.  Probably best to fix that.  She wasn't sure who she even wanted to run into, so she just picked a direction that seemed to be the destination for multiple scents over multiple days and wandered that way.