Phantom Hollow Claiming Phantom Hollow

She'd almost lost track of the group of wolves as they exited the canyon. Lurking nearby didn't seem to have been good enough, and it was only by happenstance that she realized they were even on the move. Drawn to them, the black and brown wolf followed at a distance, unsure if she'd missed the rallying call but determined to be a part of this. Mitanni had been invited, after all. And curiosity was clearly her weakness.

Eventually they stopped, setting up within a hauntingly beautiful forest that was off-putting due its quiet emptiness. Had she really gone to the right place? Were they here?

Mitanni fidgeted where she stood upon the freshly marked border, fighting with her uncertainty until the sound of Malice's voice sang out through the trees and made her ears perk. Were they only just forming officially now? Was she missing it? Her fidgeting became worse. As an official pack, she could get into loads of trouble for trespassing if she entered the territory to answer the call. But if she remained...she'd likely lose her chance and retain her status as nothing more than a wanderer.

Too fearful of the potential repercussions to entertain the thought of stepping over the border, Mitanni tilted her head back and added her voice to Malice's across the distance, letting her and the rest know she was there and hoping it would be enough to solidify her decision of joining the pack.