Lost Creek Hollow What to do about October

Treason, being herself, was a good deal less amiable in her response than Terance's would be.  In fact, the woman's appearance seemingly out of the ether (Treason hadn't been paying much attention, her thoughts wandering elsewhere) had to a point startled her.  Her initial response was stifled but still with hostile undertones -- just that shift of weight, the tense of muscle and the ripple of fur.  Of course, there wasn't much sense in her getting super pissed off, there weren't any borders yet, nothing for any wandering sorts to have a clue that they were no longer allowed to be here.

Wait, who are you?  Treason's words were sharp, as they often were.  For those that new her, there was nothing surprising about her actions, other than perhaps the restraint she was showing by not going full tilt right off the bat.  Maybe it was because the stranger's demeanor made her seem like she'd be easily bullied in turn caused Treason to feel like no matter what, things were secure.  Just a minor problem.

This was about when Terance appeared.  Her gaze flitted to him briefly then locked back onto the stranger.  They'd pelted her with enough quick questions, and though Treason hadn't given her own name, she was curious of the response.  This wasn't what she'd been expecting upon arrival, at least.