Shadow Mountain Hellraiser returns

Title totally reffing the Gundam Wing soundtrack song which was definitely on good ol' Oni's playlist back in the day.. And probably a thread title of hers too. >P

The dying marks brought her a certain sense of glee in the low dawn light, if it were at all possible for her to feel such a thing.  She could just barely smell the hints of the old pack.  They were gone!  A few stragglers, maybe, but they weren't going to be an issue.  Unlike them, Treason had a pack behind her, and not too far away.

Treason had at first approached with caution, expecting that her recon would just be that, a quick trip to figure out what trouble might head their way after the event at the crash.  Stealth was apparently unnecessary, so she gave it up quickly.  A final few sniffs around and she relieved herself over one of those decayed scents purely out of spite.  The real question was if there was anything left in the area.  Did they have caches that had been left to fend for themselves?  Who all made up the pack, so she could keep an eye out for them later?  Only way to find out was to head in, her rolling stride carrying her confidently, even if she kept an ear out for a straggler's ambush.

As far as Treason was concerned, their verbose surrenders had been the most telling of all things.  They were inferior wolves who thought that thought their petulant whines meant something, but they were too wrapped up in their own egos to see they were just dirt.  Time to metaphorically bury their remains.