Lost Creek Hollow I'm afraid it's too late

The borders were now less appealing.  After the two new joiners, Treason had decided that was plenty of excitement for her and maybe she'd just stick to the center of the territory unless something interesting dragged her towards the edges.  A little earlier in the day she'd done some tracking and had wandered her way past a rabbit warren, but not only were the occupants well out of reach, but she wasn't in the mood to chase them.

Instead she was just wandering the core of the territory, checking out caches and mentally bookmarking anything else that she hadn't paid much attention to lately. Of course, no matter what she did today, it would probably end with her scarfing down a good amount of food from somewhere, as she was close enough to the end of her pregnancy that she was basically always ravenous.  Treason had better enjoy her last bit of freedom before she got leashed to the den for a while...