Lost Creek Hollow as the river flows

Patrolling the borders at least gave her otherwise aimless wandering a point.  She could only fuss around the den and nap for so long before she had to do something, and finding some food and consuming it only took so long.  Treason was long since tired of this -- she'd be counting the days if she knew it was less than two weeks 'til her due date. She assumed her appearance was hideous, her previously strong and athletic lines broken by the protrusion of her stomach -- it wasn't a look she expected would look good on a soldier like herself.  But oh well, she'd wanted this so it was her choice to suffer.

But so, here she was, out on patrol.  Her ears cupped forward as she thought she heard something up ahead, but wasn't entirely sure -- it wasn't too far.  She sped up her pace from the stroll she'd been at to go investigate.  Treason was a little bit more cautious about this kind of thing than she had been previously, not announcing her presence or coming in to view until she'd spotted the mostly-brown wolf waiting, pausing to examine him a moment.  Eh.  She could still probably take him, but she'd keep an ear out in case he had friends.  Time to see what he wanted.  Treason finally strode forward, Can I help you?  Hopefully something nice and boring, not that she was doing much with her day.