Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

She didn't believe him, honestly.  He'd probably gotten wrapped up being someone else's shadow instead.  That or Rannoch had done quite the number on him somehow -- she'd been in the same pack and hadn't ended up under the same spell, after all.  

If there's anyone you think is particularly gullible, probably warn them anyway.  Those with common sense could probably sense the trouble radiating off of that chick.

Treason was debating whether she should stay sitting the reserved and attentive way she was or if she should relax at all.  Or if she should just leave.  There was a bit of a moment of silence as she pondered what to do.  Hm.   Instead, after a moment of silence she looped back around to what had been said before.  Go do something for yourself.  Though she had no idea what that might be.   It might give her an idea if things were wrapping to a close and she should heckle him some other day, or if hitting him with some particularly juicy snark would have its desired effect.

Though honestly, if he didn't figure out how to be his own wolf, she could probably see about using that to her advantage.  If she played her cards right, maybe she could be alpha in all but name, but it would require him dragging on haplessly for long enough for her to get bored waiting.  It'd be easier than a proper coup d'etat, too.