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the alarm bells that registered in terance's head were ringing for numerous reason.

 one, because treason was in his den calling his name -- not frantically, mind you, but terance (in his mostly-sleeping state) was certainly caught off guard by her tone. it wasn't that treason in his den bothering him was weird, truthfully he was surprised she didn't come bug him for things more often, it was just the tone of voice. which, hey, maybe his tired self was imagining it.

two. there was the scent of... oooh what was that. it wasn't heat, terance knew that all too well, but it was inviting all the same. and it roused him just as much as the potential alarm that treason was raising.

three. there was a mans scent involved. if terance knew corvus, he forgot him. the scent was entirely unrecognizable to terance other than it was a man. paired with what terance interpreted as franticness... 

four. she looked a little beat up. not badly, but certainly with a few scratches. not that terance could really assess the damage, it was sort of dark in the makeshift den.  but all the same, something had happened. 

"what, what?" he half-muttered as he scrambled to his feet, a bit ungracefully -- but maybe she'd cut him some slack due to the time of night. instinctively, he crossed over to her, drawn for multiple reasons -- concern one of them, but certainly not the only reason to want to be near her. "what," he murmured again, lower now as he sought to nibble the fur beneath her jawline.