Lost Creek Hollow Long live us

Hey, if he wanted to keep saying yes to stuff, Treason wasn't gonna complain as long as she was included in all the yeses.  Though yeah, what he said did amuse her.  It could certainly be taken into a different context, and though there was a momentary grin at it, she didn't comment.  Mostly because making jokes about it really wasn't in her wheelhouse and she hadn't had exactly hung out with many who would have.  Either way, she'd be happy to follow along.  This time out, though, the patrol itself was a secondary thing -- she was in Keen Observation Mode if Terence happened to notice.

Oh, so maybe Laurel actually did care about her children.  The way she'd spoken before, it sounded like they were kind of an afterthought, but maybe Treason had just misinterpreted her behavior.  We'll see if they return.  I met Stigmata outside the territory a ways before he wandered off.  He seemed hellbent on pointing out how awful they were, but not in any way that made them sound any worse than the others who have traipsed through without a goodbye.  He'd probably be gloating now -- not that I was nearly as impressed by him as he seemed to be of himself.  She snorted, bemused at the thought.  All things considered, they hadn't even been here all that long -- not putting a large enough dent in the resources, the pups (if some were left behind) would be able to contribute in their stead...  But people come and go.  There's what?  Six of us left of the original group?  That's not bad I guess. Even if Nara and Witchbaby weren't the most social these days.  And the pups didn't count, duh.  Treason was reliable, at least... wasn't she?  As far as the two sisters went, she wasn't too sure about either of them.  She didn't know them well.