Lost Creek Hollow You've got nothing to fear

Things had quieted again, for good or for bad.  The meeting would be soon (unless it gets backdated), and hopefully that would liven things up a little. Things could have been worse.  Everyone should otherwise have been settled in by now and things should be going fine.  Blah blah, normal stuff.  Though honestly she did creep on @Terance a little. Since their last conversation, she was curious if he actually would do something crazy, so she made a point of following the trails he'd left through the territory a bit to see if it lead to anything interesting.  No such luck, and he hadn't been in this area today either, near as she could tell.

Today Treason was making a more detailed survey of the territory.  She was looking for the perfect spot, but to a certain point she wasn't sure what that actually was. What qualified as perfect?  What did she want?  Honestly, she had no idea.  She was just kind of winging it and wandering through looking for a place that didn't seem to be someone else's typical sleeping spot.  Her thinking at the moment was that before the snows really locked the place down it would probably be a good idea to scope things out and make sure she knew what was where.  And if she found something perfect? Claim the hell out of it so nobody else got any ideas.  She would take what was the best, and as far as she was concerned only one wolf in the pack could prevent her from doing so.  And so, Treason continued on under the trees, sniffing at the odd rabbit warren and checking who had been by this particular small fork of the creek.