Lost Creek Hollow Long live us

If it wasn't obvious by now, Treason was pretty into gamification, so the fact that there were rules and uncertainty in play for something as potentially as mundane as pups thrilled her the more she thought ahead at the many ways things could unfold.  Surely it would be entertaining, no matter how many contestants.  Honestly, why would anyone do it any other way?  Especially since it was a game that was set up for her to win (like almost every one she created), and it was so potentially drawn out that she'd be kept amused for ages!  Though her player should probably think of an end date for this nonsense, whoops.

Previously she'd given up on tracking @Terance to see if he'd do anything impulsive once it became clear that, well, he wouldn't, but she'd renewed the practice out of interest of keeping track of her currently sole participant, though she wasn't following him nearly as closely this time.  Just keeping tabs.  She was, however, quite curious if he'd had any regrets about agreeing, not that she was going to ask out of risk of giving him not-as-fun ideas.  Nah, she was just nosy.

The most likely place to find him would probably be at the borders, wouldn't it?  Probably.  At the very least she could do a bit of patrolling for the day.  Her paws carried her through the lightly falling snow to the edge of the territory at a pretty good clip, trotting along with purpose, though her nose was looking for a (particular) target to intercept or anything else interesting today.  Honestly she still probably seemed like the cat that ate the canary, but at least she was having a good time.