Lost Creek Hollow for the line in my life

Also wanted to keep this going.  I r tired, sorry if it makes no sense.

So far, for what it was, things weren't out of the ordinary.  Or they weren't until some greyish guy stepped forward and spoke up.  Treason was expecting he was some higher ranked member of the pack who knew something important.  Or something.  But as  he continued, she wasn't sure if she should frown or be perplexed.  What he was saying just simply didn't make sense to her.

This time of year?  Like, right before winter when it's generally a good idea to have a pack?  What did different leadership have to do with anything?  No matter what he was going to have to find a new pack unless he somehow thought he could make his own before then (and since he seemed to be lacking even temporary compromise, she doubted it would happen) or he could turn into a wolfcicle.  Perhaps he figured in the middle of winter he could come whimpering back and beg.  Might be fun to turn him down then -- force him to deal with what Treason saw as a very stupid choice.  And yet, he also wanted to stick around.  Yeah.  She just didn't get it.

And then Laurel pretty much dealt with that for her.  Treason didn't even have to figure out what to say to that disaster of a decision!  She couldn't help but faintly smirk at that retort -- from the NippyKindLangur of it all, to use a Dota meme.  Whatever.  Aside from the free entertainment, it was up to Rannoch and Terance to deal with this, in her eyes.