Lost Creek Hollow If you've changed your mind

Treason latched on to the first words Terance used right away, just wanting to confirm to what degree he meant.  She seemed pretty defensive about it, I hope you mean just the pack and not the den too.  -- You know her, but I don't.  She wanted her space to be her space -- well, theirs, but still, she hadn't planned on an interloper.  Treason searched Terance's expression for some sort of assurance on that.

And Ibis couldn't still be a child at this point, could she?  Treason was pretty sure that if she wasn't an adult by this point, she was close enough that she should be wanting some independence anyway, right?  Though she was quick to judge, she was not one that was quick to trust, and the thought of being forced to share her den with someone that to her was a stranger sounded pretty irksome.  Maybe that was just however many weeks of pregnancy talking, but adding someone to her circle of trust at this point didn't seem like something to rush.