Phantom Hollow Lose Your Head

The answer she'd been dreading wasn't nearly as in depth as she'd been anticipating. With an irritable tone, he vaguely let on why it was he'd attacked her, though it was in no way a satisfactory answer for the curious, albeit nervous, little wolf. Promise to who? And what kind of promise would make him single her out to attack?

She frowned where she hid, disappointed despite being slightly relieved that she hadn't heard the whole thing, but he offered to tell her more in exchange for her coming into view. Once more Mitanni bit her lip, and had to take a moment to stamp down her natural inclination to run. She didn't want to show herself. She didn't want him to see her or what he'd done, and she certainly didn't want to provoke him into trying to attack her again. Malice and Issun weren't here, and she knew already that she wasn't enough on her own to keep Judas at bay.

After a great deal of hesitation, and a lot going back and forth on whether she would even answer him, Mitanni at last moved. Still holding her injured leg to her chest, the black and brown female straightened and limped out from around the side of the den's entryway, standing just before the opening so that she could be seen. She didn't dare venture any closer and stayed poised to leap away if Judas made any untoward moves, but with a nervous twitch of her tail she stared at her attacker and waited anxiously for him to continue.