Phantom Hollow Divided We Fall

The rest of the pack arrived one by one from their respective corners of the territory, but Mitanni only spared them each a glance and nothing more. She anticipated their reactions to range the spectrum of disappointed, sad, and even angry, and as much as they would have been justified in those feelings she still wasn't sure she wanted to witness them.

Duty kept her in place--her leader might have been gone, but she was still bound in some way to the Moonlit Hills--and though she sat with her gaze lowered, a dismal look about her as she refused eye contact, she listened as Judas gave the news and the wolves reacted. The light-hued female Mitanni hadn't gotten to speak with before offered her advice while Silver violently fumed, her outburst causing the little wolf to flinch. She didn't want to listen to this. She didn't want to think about any of it.

What she did want was to be back at her den, alone, where she could think about everything that had happened in private and figure out what she was going to do next. And that didn't involve anyone here.

She was quiet by nature, but she was silent now. Mitanni got back to her feet, glanced once at the wolves that were all that was left of the pack she'd dedicated herself to--lingering on Judas as he'd shared her experience seeking out Malice--and without a word turned and walked from the meeting toward her den.