Lost Creek Hollow You've got nothing to fear

It would probably make more sense if Treason was at all open about her background, but she wasn't, so about all that could be confirmed was that she definitely treated alphas with more reverence than others of the pack.  Then again, it could just be she wanted to butter up the person in charge so she could get more out of them.  Who knew.

The shift back to more normal topics did kind of throw her off a little. Maybe she had been reaching, in which case she should reevaluate things.  It wasn't like she knew what she wanted, nor had an ample library of experience to draw on outside of her training to be a soldier.  It's almost like something drove people away.  Gee, wonder what.  The balance slid back towards her normal behavior again.  As he brushed by and she turned to follow, there was another quiet click as she nipped at the air just past his guard hairs.  With them moving again, Treason fell a half step behind him at one side, her attention mostly lingered on Terance, but did steal away to scan the area around them just in case she saw something promising.  Treason wasn't going to waste the walk, after all.

She remembered him as Screech -- well, remembered would be putting it kindly.  Most of her focus around those events was around Redshank and his little screwed up buddy didn't really have much of a speaking part, so she shook her head. Titmouse, Redshank... Was it the same person and she'd just scrambled names somehow?  Is that the one who wanted to attack Rannoch?  Either way, the rest kind of made sense, especially as Terance was likely to clarify who he was talking about.  Some crazy guy running around trying to kidnap people, and though she wasn't privy to the full extent of Blackfeather's dealings, she was ok with being careful should she run into any of their members.  Not to mention Treason herself wasn't exactly an easy target -- it was everyone else that was gonna have more of a problem.

Treason nodded, smiling wryly, I do wonder if they told their little cultist boy this.  Little wasn't really a proper description for the gold male, but Treason was pretty sure that particular combination of words would drive him up the wall, so she'd use it to amuse herself.  If she ran into him again, she'd have a fun time rubbing his face in it.  How he'd been wrong and could very well have caused a war that his leadership would have been unhappy with.  Gloating about being right was always good fun.  Do you expect we'll continue to see not much of their members because of their distance, or would this encourage them to come visit?