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

lol Nice! Had a busy week myself, sorry for the delay.

The smile was promising. There wasn't any apparent force to it, nor did it hold any awkwardness to suggest it wasn't natural, so the little wolf relaxed a bit where she'd stopped. Her amber eyes continued to watch and observe the stranger openly, and her ears twitched atop her head as he began to speak in a strange, foreign tongue. Not Esteban's language, she quickly concluded, with just a little pang of nostalgia for the Spanish wolf. But perhaps there were other languages she could also begin to learn.

She couldn't bring herself to smile, but she could at least give her name now that this foreign white wolf had given his. Orgin. What language was that, anyway? "Mitanni," she said simply, and almost in the same moment saw his yellow-gold eyes stray from her face and toward the injury on her left foreleg.

A quick surge of self-consciousness swept through her, but though it made her shift her weight from side to side a little uncomfortably she tried not to act on it. Her leg was injured at the hands of someone she trusted; so what? But even she had to admit it was eye catching, and not in a good way. Orgin questioned it, looking concerned, and Mitanni tried to brush it off with a wolfish shrug. "Just a bite, nothing too bad," she answered, but she found it hard to meet his eyes. She wished the wound wasn't so obvious.