Lost Creek Hollow sicillian crest

Yawn.  Treason was heading back to the den after a patrol.  Nothing exciting showed up that day, which was always a good thing.  They hadn't really had any new faces show up in a while either -- was probably about time to go out and do some recruiting maybe.  Okay, there actually was a new face around but he wasn't going to be staying long.  Honestly, if Treason didn't run into him, she wasn't going to care much.  So it went.

Anyway.  She was planning to stop by a cache, grab a snack to split with Terance and the pups if there was anything good.  If not, maybe she'd go hunting in the evening and see what she could find.  Needless to say she had things to think about other than to find Okeanos.  She walked down the well-worn game trail with her usual prowl.  Actually, she easily could have looked past him if he was intercepting from anything other than a direct angle -- her mind was wandering elsewhere, and she was deep enough in the territory that she felt safe enough not being on high alert.