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After her spar with Corvus, Treason had headed home.  Though details are TBD, chances were she was a little scuffed up around the edges.  It wasn't like either of them were the type to play nice in a spar, so she probably had a new scrapes and bruises, but nothing life-altering.  She'd maybe be hurting a little tomorrow but right now she was focused on talking to @Terance.  It just seemed like a good idea right now, despite the hour.

Though it wasn't the middle of the night, it seemed like it was late enough in the evening that he'd retreated to his den -- winter nights were a bit chilly after all.  She sniffed around at the entrance to confirm before calling once, Terance?  But she didn't wait too long, giving him just a beat to respond before she headed in, calling again, Terance.  Apparently she was a little impatient, as she looked for the darker-than-shadow blob that would be him.

She also honestly wasn't thinking whether or not the remnants of the spar -- whatever injuries and Corvus' scent -- would set off any alarm bells or anything either.  Though it wouldn't have been important to her before, now it certainly wasn't, as her brain was starting to rewire a few of her priorities, not that she'd yet to notice.