Lost Creek Hollow You're not integral

Treason stretched her neck out a little, sniffing off where the squirrel had wandered.  Perhaps it smelled more delicious than usual solely due to her being unable to catch it.  Obviously the food on the highest shelf must be the best.  Oh wait, yeah, she'd been talking.  To go see your sisters again or whoever.  Wherever it is that pack they're in.

I know a fair amount of wolves seem to want to go visit their family elsewhere. But considering the shrug she attached with that, Treason was apparently not of that number.  But then again she was also a wolf who went by an alias at the moment, so it wasn't like she was super keen on her parents and siblings showing up either.  Sarah certainly seemed detached enough that she might be of a similar mindset, so it wasn't like Treason was expecting some sort of enthusiastic answer about her future trip across the planet, but she knew that every once and a while she could very well be wrong...  Really, though, she mostly wished to know who could 100% be counted on to keep things rolling along while she was out of action.  She knew few and trusted fewer.