Arrow Lake But did you see the flares?

Mitanni continued to watch the dark-hued female closely, but try as she might she couldn't decipher anything untoward or remotely threatening about her. Perhaps her smiles were sincere after all, and her good spirits a natural disposition for her. After spending so much time alone and on the run, it was hard for the mottled black and brown wolf to rid herself of her innate hesitance, despite all the signs revealing it to be unnecessary.

She made herself relax further, mentally talking herself down from her guarded thoughts, and when asked about a possible interest in finding permanent residence somewhere, the wolf's ears perked. A pack? Was that what Malice meant? It hadn't really been one Mitanni's mind as of yet--being so new to the region, she thought it best to explore her options before truly giving thought to such a weighty matter.

Still, her curiosity was piqued, and the lithe little wolf found herself unable to answer in any other possible way. "I might be." Did she know of a place, or was Malice simply making conversation? "You know a place?"