Lost Creek Hollow Found somethin' there, chief?

Treason had finished a patrol and wound her way away from the borders and in towards the heart of the territory.  It was becoming more clear that she really should go out and recruit.  Maybe there would be some interesting people in the vicinity that might be useful for her plans -- or at least the pack.  It gave her something to think about when things were being boring, as they often were.

Anyway, a familiar scent was pretty nearby so she turned to intercept.  This time Joss wasn't going to be able to avoid her, and she came upon the scene, her glance as scathing as usual.  Did he always look like that?  Previously he was drenched so it wasn't like that was particularly appealing to start.  She frowned. You look pathetic.  Treason was totally the kindest wolf in the world, wasn't she?  Either way, she wasn't sure if she was misremembering or not, but at the very least she could drag him along and set up the tasks she wanted him to complete.