Phantom Hollow You never know the top till you get too low

Her leg was mending better than she'd expected it to. Whatever plants Veritas had left inside the healer's den that Mitanni had chosen at random to assist her had done well enough in jump starting her recovery, and so far she'd been able to start getting up and going out again. She wasn't so recovered to fully return to her chosen duties as a scout, but she was well on her way and tested herself with the occasional border walk.

It wasn't so much a patrol as it was a stroll, but the lithe little female kept an ear out as she walked, her slight limp only partly visible at her current slow pace. As she listened, she thought she heard a voice, soft but still somehow gruff, up ahead of her, and her ears perked. Attention riveted ahead, Mitanni thought once about slinking off into the trees to let the other wolf pass, but given her current state she doubted she'd be able to pull off her near-perfect stealth.

Gritting her teeth, she continued to walk forward slowly, and stared openly as she came upon a white wolf also on the border. He looked like he belonged, and though she hadn't met him before she recognized the scent of the pack beginning to show within his own, if even just faintly. A new recruit? Curious--was she ever not curious?--the mottled black and brown wolf called out a quiet, "Hey," with a little friendly wag of her tail, but she stopped, hesitated, rather than getting closer.