Lost Creek Hollow Long live us

you minx, treason! how smart you are, of course terance was patrolling. it was a wednesday afternoon and the man had nothing better to do than tend to the borders of his claim. of course he was patrolling. if he wasn't doing this he was checking up on the wolves of his pack, and in that case treason would've already spoken to him that day. 

he had just finished marking the base of a rather thicc tree trunk when he spotted the deputy, his ears flicking and nose twitching as her regarded her quietly for a moment. he then chuffed and began towards her, wondering specifically how she might react to his presence-- if it'd be any different now than it was before their little deal. "hey, treason," he greeted with a sweeping wave of his white-tipped plume, green eyes settled curiously upon her, "patrolling?"