Lost Creek Hollow You're not integral

Treason wished she was moving as fast as she used to.  Seriously, this was the perfect time to regret everything ever. So though the next cache over would typically be a short walk, she felt more like she was dragging along in a pile of mud.  Okay, not quite, but still.

Since the pack formed -- little before, really.  Year ago, give or take.  There aren't many of us left from that time, really.  A lot have left.  And a few died, but that was beside the point.  And even more were going to leave in the future.  Just don't tell Treason that.  She didn't care that they left as long as they didn't come back. She wanted the good wolves, the loyal ones.  Wraen and Maia were here for much of that, too.  She couldn't remember if Maia was here right at the start any more -- they'd only met a few times -- and again, she was gone now so wasn't going to try to remember too hard.