Phantom Hollow Claiming Phantom Hollow

Powerplay is fine, thanks.

Mitanni couldn't stand still anymore and began to pace along the edge of the pack's border, nervously looking into the deeper sections of the territory. She was missing things, she could feel it, and hated the thought of not being included. But Malice's voice raised up one more time, inviting her closer, and without wasting time the mottled brown wolf hurried past the border.

Her dark, lean legs brought her to the gathered group of wolves, Malice and her dark-hued mate standing atop a log while the rest clustered around before them. Mitanni eyed both leaders with an appreciative nod of her head, sinking into her relaxed, submissive posture as she took up a spot among those waiting.

One other arrived, a decidedly haughty individual that showed little to no respect in Mitanni's eyes. Put off by the display, the lithe little wolf only listened to her as long as necessary before redirecting her attention to Malice as she finally reclaimed her meeting. A welcome was issued, as well as orders to get to know one another, and curiously Mitanni slid her gaze from the leading pair over the other faces present. My new pack, she realized. That was going to take some getting used to.