Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

"dirt leaves," chimed terance in a deep hum, "the perfect midnight snack." 

instant change in personality! pft! terance? never! i mean, unless you account for how easily he was emotionally swayed by anything who he cared about said to him... then, yes. he would of course undergo an instant change in personality. or, at least, try to. whoops. "yes ma'am," came his response then, a dip of his head to pair with it, "hopefully it'll be fine within the next few weeks... it isn't too deep." and then with one big, catlike sweep of his tail-- which ended up arced above his back-- terance said, "alright, i guess i gotta get back to work." which was, honestly, the opposite of this whole conversation but whatever. who cares. terance was feeling in much better spirits than when they started-- and it showed, too. he could get some work done now, he was confident.

so he stood, made a heavy stretch, and then nodded to treason. "thanks," was all he said. the rest was left unspoken, but implied. she understood. and then, he headed off through the territory.