Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

It was in her nature to not trust, as Treason herself came with enough underlying plans to suspect that those being forthright were anything but.  And with this woman being a strange one with this kind of twisted child-like attitude, Treason would take no chances.  If Tashkent wasn't going to be willing to buy trust with what Treason assumed was some sort of actual truth, it just wasn't gonna happen.  She was not desperate enough, nor was the pack.

Very well. Goodbye.  If she chose to leave, that was her decision.  Treason figured it would be best to end her journey here.  If Tashkent's family lay ahead, the Creek wolf wasn't going to take a chance of walking in to them.  It was better to return home.  And so she did, slightly wary for the first few minutes in case she was followed, but eventually returning to familiar lands.  Unless of course something stopped her but hey, who freaking knows.