Lost Creek Hollow i'm not, what you think you can see

"prepare to eat leaves, then," terance quipped, but shifted where he sad into a less stiff position and released a long, thoughtful sigh. "maybe i'll go do something crazy," he added, wondering what crazy would entail. a one night stand-- maybe, but with someone in the pack? that sounded like it could go horribly south horribly fast. and terance really didn't want to be known as that guy. or totally let rannoch down while he was leading.

oh, wait, do something not for rannoch. he supposed he'd have to get over that mental mountain. 

all said and done, though, terance was glad rannoch was alright. that he would probably heal fully. it took a lot of the stress that had originally been placed on his shoulders off. if rannoch had actually died in the fight, terance was unsure what he would've done. what would've happened? hopefully he'd never find out. for now, terance remained fully capable of existing. and he was doing pretty well-- less pitiful than expected of him.

he eyed treason curiously. "i'll give you all the details," he told her. but he probably wouldn't.