Her walk back to the Draw had been with less haste than her journey from it. The sun was beginning to colour the sky at her back, the mountain blocking all but the gradual lightness from her vision. It wasn't until her steps began to slow that she even realised where she had come, her own incredulity clear on her face as she silently shook her head with a scoff, the fading scent of loner still clinging to the ground, as if she belonged here.

Treyah was used to feeling down, like the weight of the world was trying to push her into the ground. She was used to feeling like a rainy day, cold and quiet and full of despair, but now? Now she was full of fire, her lips pulling back across her muzzle in a silent snarl. Systematically she made her way around the den, aggressively marking where the loners scent hung the thickest, her paws dragging through the snow until she left dark brown gouges in her wake. She pressed her flank against the trees as best she could but it was hardly enough. The smell was still here, like a smack in the face. Her sides heaved with the effort of it all. A low growl rumbling in the back of her throat.

She didn't know what she was meant to be feeling, but right now? She was pissed.

Her nose told her he was nearby before her eyes or ears did. The metallic tang of blood overpowering almost everything. It wasn't that she doubted what Maera had told her, but here was the proof. Treyah's paws stayed rooted to the ground but she couldn't bring herself to turn to look at him. She wanted to hold onto the fire but as quickly as it had sparked it was being drowned again by the rain, leaving behind dissapointment, and sharp edges that hadn't been there before.

She managed to twist her face into a sneer, the closest she could manage to a smile right now. "We both know you can do better than that," She finally lifted her head sharlpy. "Don't go dumping all of this on me because you've decided an infection is the easy way out." She was done pretending that everything was fine.