Lost Creek Hollow To the project

There was this pause.  When Terance had first appeared, she had relaxed a little, but in the grand scheme of things that was only a drop in the bucket.  She could figure out her exact levels of appreciation later.  Food might be good sometime, too.  Rest, though.  Yeah.  I think that would be good.  Treason hadn't entirely finished saying it before her head was heavily heading towards her paws.  That was the moment that her hyper-aware shell seemed to crack, and the tension left her.  If she hadn't already been laying down she'd have slumped into a pile.  Treason tipped her head slightly to look over the pups again, then back to Terance. For the briefest half-second her lips pulled into a line that maybe would have been a smile or something if she had actually fully completed the action.  But she'd been fighting sleep for... How long?  It felt like forever.  But at least with Terance around it was probably safe for her to give in.  She'd be able to think more clearly after -- and you know, do important things like figure out what to codename these kids until she figured out who they actually were.