Phantom Hollow True Colors

She'd tried her hand again at hunting water fowl without any luck. It was rather discouraging--she'd really hoped to have something to show for her effort--but Mitanni wasn't to be dissuaded so easily. I'll just try again tomorrow, she told herself as she cast a stubborn stare over her shoulder at the river as she retreated further into the territory, this practice has to pay off sometime.

Clinging to optimistic thoughts, she tread closer toward the center of the Phantom Hollow, wondering vaguely what everyone else was up to. Had they had as much luck with their endeavors for the day? Maybe someone's not too busy. She was feeling in a particularly chatty mood.

Now searching for one of the Moonlit Hills pack to chat with, she trotted casually through the spooky wood, keeping her eyes and ears out any of her fellow wolves.

Mitanni's really going to need to work on her observation skills after this.