Lost Creek Hollow the older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune

Treason had passed the section of borders that was the origin of the call not too long before.  At least her patrols were one thing that hadn't really been effected by her rise in rank.  Or had it?  She actually had to go answer the calls now instead of ignoring them.  Perhaps if Rannoch had been up and on his feet she would have left it to one of the much more amiable men, but eh.  It would be obvious in this case if she neglected her duty.

The name called for was entirely unfamiliar.  Unsurprising, given Treason's age.  It wasn't like she'd spent enough time in the Wilds to have known what had happened ages before.  Hell, she probably wasn't even old enough to have been born when that particular page of history was new.

Still, it made her mildly curious, so she appeared on the scene relatively promptly, looking the man over with her usual critical stare.  Not anyone visually familiar either.  Hm.   Treason carried herself with her usual show of rank, though was attempting to at least practice seeming not quite so hostile.  Possibly mixed results on that one, but at least she wasn't shanking him with her gaze, Are you lost? she mused.  What else would explain calling for a wolf who was very obviously (from her perspective) not here?  Probably the wrong pack and they wanted Easthollow or something -- unless someone had taken up an alias, in which case she was quite keen to hear what trouble they'd been up to.