Shadow Mountain Hellraiser returns

It was almost disappointing that it seemed they were actually really gone.  None of them wanted to put up a fight for their claim, huh?  On the one hand, that was probably a good thing -- it meant less effort, that she didn't have to go on adventure to make sure all the nearby packs hated the ex-pack as much as they deserved to be hated.

Treason moved from the borders to a game trail that wound across the mountain, though nothing too interesting came to her attention thus far.  She wasn't moving at a very quick pace, so the fact that another had caught up to her wasn't particularly unexpected.  A potential ally for this rather low-risk raid?  That or maybe one of those Shadow Mountain wolves were a bit more intelligent than she suspected.  Eh.  Probably not.  The dark male wasn't too threatening, considering he'd purposely drawn her attention instead of trying to bite off her tail.

Reclaiming it?  She scoffed at the thought, No, telling anyone left behind to go the hell away.  Was a wannabe pack here -- not good neighbors.  As if Treason herself was a good neighbor.  She grinned, a not exactly amiable expression for her, Wanna see if they left a cache?  Regardless of whether or not he agreed, she was gonna do it.  And wreck anything else along the way, of course.