Lost Creek Hollow Now we've got the mandate

Treason had scraped a hole in the remaining snow not too far from the entrance so that she could bury it for Mona to find later.  Certainly the smell would reach where she was undoubtedly resting inside the den.  Or Gannet could just tell her if he was planning on hanging around, as he showed up on the scene as she was placing the meat in the mini-cache.  That would be easiest and have the least questions.

Treason nodded and started to push the snow back to cover it.  Hopefully that layer would be enough to keep the birds and such away for long enough.  This far into the territory, Treason didn't think something like a fox or coyote would be much of an issue.  She spoke reasonably quiet, just in case, Yes.  No answer, though.  Sleeping I guess.  Sounded reasonable to her, at least, but she wouldn't know from firsthand experience for a while longer.  You've been helping her, I take it?  Or at least, he didn't seem like an infrequent visitor from the scents here.