Lost Creek Hollow my brother the wind

by now, @Treason's heat had come to its end. there was really nothing to be said just yet -- this was just the course of things. that being said, terance had already taken on a bit of a protective role towards treason. not that she needed it -- are you fucking kidding me? look at her -- but it was just something masculine in him that wanted to make sure she was okay. it was, what? day three? two? one? i'm not really sure, but either way, terance would've most certainly hung around her just to keep a few tabs. 

so when mona called, it was no surprise that he was with her then. the two of them came up together, like they carpooled or something. whatever was on treason's mind was only known to terance if she told him -- terance was mostly neutral about whatever this meeting was. it didn't seem urgent, per say, so he wasn't exactly worried. he was also still pretty caught up in the moment from the last week. whatever. he was fine. 

before they appeared through the underbrush, terance snuck a quick, playful nip to treason's shoulder, ducking if she had any sort of retaliation. and then he spotted mona and rannoch through the trees, and chuffed, expression dimming only as he noted mona's expression. his head cocked to one side, clearly curious, but he didn't make any comments right away. instead, he just stood before them and waited expectantly, swinging tail steadying. if terance noted any signs of pregnancy, it wasn't clear. it was terance, after all.