Lost Creek Hollow You shouldn't even be here

Whoever joins, feel free to run into her while she's still making the trip back, she doesn't have to make it all the way.  Just wanna get the description written before I forget. :P

Treason had finally settled on a place that would likely be her den.  It took her long enough, but she'd relocated her helicopter debris to a shallowly buried hideaway underneath a particularly thorny bush that wove itself above and to one side of what was perhaps an old coyote or fox den.  Or something of the sort.  It was definitely too small for her at the moment, and seemed a little big for a fox and a little small for a coyote but maybe she was just guessing wrong.  Digging would be required, but right now she didn't have the urge to bother.  Either way, it was long abandoned by its original inhabitant, and the surrounding area was now clearly marked as Treason's personal bubble.

Her muzzle was scratched and scraped from depositing her prize in its protected grave.  If anyone else went after it they'd be crazy -- it wasn't like the sharp-edged piece of metal was edible, and the new security system made it unlikely anyone would try.  If they did, it'd be easy for her to identify them.  Certainly they'd bleed.  Hell, it had taken her enough time to wedge in there and bury it, there was half a chance they'd get caught in the act unless they wanted to maybe poke out an eye.  So, as far as Treason was concerned, everything was secure.

Being fairly close to the center of the territory also meant that there were a couple of caches relatively nearby (along with the namesake creek) and it was from one of those that she was now returning to her chosen spot with a particularly frosty squirrel or something -- she honestly wasn't sure after it had been buried and dug up, but it was nice and snack-sized.  The forest around her was calm at the moment, the layer of snow doing a good job at dampening sounds.  There'd probably be more in the next day or so, but this late afternoon the skies were clear.  It was a good day of rest.