Lost Creek Hollow I've got no-one but myself to blame.

Treason's humor slowly ebbed to neutral again.  But neutral was better than grumpy, and since grumpy was starting to be more and more common, it was probably a good idea to just accept "neutral."  And Ibis' words seemed to confirm that this was accidental.  Treason didn't see any particular reason to believe otherwise -- her outburst had seemed particularly unprepared.  Ah.  Well, I'd expect he'd be back here by the evening.  But that was kind of awkward to just leave it there.  If Ibis had something more important to tell Terance, then certainly Treason could be more useful than that.  

Honestly, though, Treason hadn't really done anything at all so far today.  Going for a walk might not be a half bad idea -- she could at least do some of her duties.  Moving was above standing in comfort level, after all.  I suspect I know about where he'd be patrolling about now, assuming nothing's come up.  I wouldn't be against joining him, if you'd like me to guide you there.  Though it didn't end in a question mark, she did tilt her head inquisitively.  It didn't seem like a huge leap that Ibis was still getting her bearings in the territory -- it'd probably be faster for her to have Treason take the best path to where he'd likely be.  Especially if she came crashing through the underbrush and muddy melt and ended up at the den instead.