Lost Creek Hollow Hiya, Lou

It seemed that simply mentioning Treason's name was enough to get the dude to haul off him and give him a bit of space. No wonder he'd found it so surprising when Treason said she might have kids; even her name being mentioned seemed to act as a sort of deterrent, and made others fearful of upsetting her even when she wasn't right there. Did that mean that he was untouchable, as he was pretty much her possession? Regardless, he was glad that the guy- Pyro as he called himself- believed him and let him get up, even though his ribs ached slightly from being tackled. 

"Joss." He wheezed simply, straightening himself up a little- but still retaining most of his trademark slouch. Pyro inquired as to what he'd done, and earned a slightly mean side-eye from Joss; who wouldn't have dared to give him a full-on glare. But the side-eye was his specialty, and he felt it often worked enough. He shrugged one angular shoulder; he still felt the whole situation was pretty unfair. "Was travelling through the swamp South of here. Couldn't smell an effin' thing. Started travelling North through the middle of some river to get the stink and mud off. Apparently crossed the borders. Didn't think you could mark a river but whatever." He said, still surprisingly spiteful about being judged for what he'd done. It'd been an honest mistake- and it wasn't as though Treason could have marked the river to claim it as hers...But the river flowed through the packlands, and though he hadn't been near the banks, and had had swamp stink still clogging up his nose, it had been enough to condemn him for what seemed like the rest of his life.