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her question caught him off guard. his ears pricked, and he studied her for a moment as he tried to genuinely consider her question. "i-- no," he said, hesitating at first but then giving a pretty definitive answer. he continued on, not trying to answer just for the hell of arguing-- he really meant no.  "i left the pack for rannoch, ultimately, but my time at moonspear was my own," he told her. which was true in terance's mind. most of his time at moonspear actually being focusing on lyra's wellbeing... subconsciously, anyway, since terance and lyra didn't spend as much time together as terance might've preferred. 

his brows furrowed a bit, though, because now he was kind of thinking about it. he shifted where he sat, tucking his paws near his chest. terance would give his life for rannoch. and he did, in other ways. truthfully, he didn't regret it, but it certainly was food for thought. he'd spent a lot of his own happiness and wellbeing trying to make sure rannoch and his family were comfortable. 

terance nods as she explains the strange woman in detail and everything treason found wrong with her. terance took it with a grain of salt, because he knew treason to be more cynical than he was. but also took his taking it with a grain of salt, with a grain of salt. because while treason was too cynical, terance saw the good in everyone. they were a good balance, truly. "bizarre," terance murmured, ears flicking, "i'll keep an eye out. if it progresses we can warn the rest of the pack." don't make mountains out of mole hills, but certainly keep it in mind.