Lost Creek Hollow You've got nothing to fear

Because of his lack of presence here, Terance was probably the last wolf she was expecting to run in to.  Okay, not the last.  That would be Rannoch.  Or a trespasser. But of able-bodied members of the pack, he was still pretty far down on that list.

Her instincts weren't providing too much of a help at this point either, distracting her more with food and just general activities through the territory (not that the former was bad, always nice to know where the food was).  She stuck her head into another hole, possibly an old fox den since it was larger than a rabbit but considerably undersized in comparison to her, sniffed around, rejecting that one on all fronts.  It smelled especially damp.  She was probably too close to the water.

Extracting her head, she started investigating further along when Terance called out.  Treason had been pretty well caught up in her own thoughts, so she hadn't noticed a damn thing, and for half a second she actually seemed startled. Go figure, had to happen some time.  She bowed her head, Surveying parts of the territory I haven't yet.  Hadn't expected to see you here.  Which was definitely the truth.

It wasn't like she was totally trying to keep secrets from Terance -- he knew more of her thoughts and plans more than any other wolf in the pack -- but she was a little self-conscious about whether or not he had believed she was serious.  Well, that and she had an image to keep up and this didn't exactly fit with the mundane interpretation of it.