Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

Again, things beyond her control.  Even if she did eventually come to the conclusion that Terance was the best option of whatever males she came across, it wasn't like any non-productive flings would ruin him more than his already having pups with a woman Treason considered far inferior to herself already had.  What she wanted was him to return to something resembling normal so she actually could judge him properly. However that happened?  Hell, she didn't care.  She was reasonably morally flexible, just figure it how to make it happen.

Her grin was a little wider and she gave a particularly catlike lash of her tail, Oh, I do hope you like them.  And you should hope it happens sooner rather than later -- I'd imagine once they've been buried under the snow for a month or so, they probably taste a lot like dirt.

For now, at least, she was done testing her limits.  She needed to see the results of this little experiment and that would likely take time unless he had some sort of bizarre instant change in personality.  It was probably about time to go.  And once that heals, a vague swipe of her paw towards the remnants of the bear attack, if you want to train, let me know.