Lost Creek Hollow when the dust settles

To a certain point, Treason was still trying to figure out how the pieces went together.  She had figured out how to paint her Sunspire packmates with a fairly broad brush, but she hadn't run across enough of the Bearclaw wolves to get the picture clear.  The one pup and Stigmata to a certain point did a fairly good job at muddying the waters, so she searched for more clarity than she otherwise would.  How would things be a month down the line?  Two?  On into spring?

This evening, Treason was still waffling on more mundane matters.  Even though they'd been here how long, she still hadn't figured out a spot she was going to claim as her own.  There were a few prospects, at least.  Maybe she'd go spend the night at one and see if it lived up to her expectations.  Eh, still a while yet to make a decision for the long term.

Her wandering path brought Laurel into view up ahead.  Treason had been quite amused by her turn on Stigmata -- points for Bearclaw -- and was a little bit curious if her bite was just saved for that particular man or if that was what she was actually like in other scenarios.  She could afford a little detour for her curiosity, uttering a whuff to catch Laurel's attention so she could intercept.