Phantom Hollow Lose Your Head

As much as she now preferred the quiet, solitariness of the Healer's den, she couldn't continue justifying to herself hiding there. Injured or not, Mitanni was a part of this pack, a member who was valued enough to be defended when she'd needed it the most. For them, because of the pack, she couldn't allow herself to wallow in her fear, her confusion, her self-pity. She needed to get herself back in working order. The faster, the better.

With the help of the plants in the den--somehow she'd need to figure out how to replenish those herbs despite knowing so little about them--the lithe little wolf was able to start moving again. The pain was dulled by the medication, but even walking, applying pressure to her injured forelimb, left her feeling drained and helpless after a while. She was getting better at it, and ultimately rest was needed most but she continued to push herself, working to strengthen her injured leg so that she could pick up her duties where she'd left off.

She'd bound the wound with cobwebs the best she could on her own and the bandage was rudimentary at best, but it did its job and kept the injury covered and held together while it healed. Mitanni suspected it would have been better if someone with training in that area had seen to it, but Veritas was long gone by now. Ready for her exercise, the mottled black and brown wolf left the Healer's den and began a circuit of the pack lands.

Judas' exact location was unknown to her since she'd been holed up in her own hiding spot while he was taken care of, but she still managed to find it--and him--by accident. As she walked, limping, she heard his voice snarl at a distance, and flinched before she could stop herself. He's here, where?? Her amber eyes darted, seeking him out, but she couldn't see him. He was close though. He was here...somewhere.

It made the most sense to leave. After what he'd done, why would she wish to be in his presence at all? But Malice had let him stay. For some reason, he was still here. Why? It was clearly a question for her leader, but Mitanni followed the sound of the crazed wolf's voice until it fell silent, but by then she'd spotted the den. With difficulty because of her injury, the anxious female crept closer, peering for a look at her attacker confined within. You shouldn't be here, leave while you still can! Despite the warning, she didn't leave but stopped outside of the den, peeking within and watching Judas with every ounce of caution.