Lost Creek Hollow Found somethin' there, chief?

Who could it be? Then again- who did he even know in the pack yet? Joss tried to picture the kind of fellow that would go for someone as intimidating as Treason- but could only imagine someone who was even larger and more intimidating than her...And he found himself sincerely hoping that such a man didn’t actually live in the pack with him because sooner or later he’d catch sight of Joss and he’d surely disapprove of...Well, everything. Somehow this guy had to have a look even more disapproving and disappointed than Treason- if that was even possible. Maybe she’d scoped someone out that lived in another pack; Joss could only hope. 

She dismissed him and he lurched for the bird he’d dropped to the ground, snatching it up and trotting a few paces away. He stopped though- as he had been taught some form of manners. Turning back, he looked at the den, as though sizing it up so he could make plans, then he looked to Treason. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. But watching her disembowel that rabbit didn’t make him feel so sure. He grumbled a low note of appreciation, nodded his skeletal head to her and trotted off with his lunch.