Phantom Hollow The Guilt I Have Pulls Me Down

Mitanni had been staying away since her last visit to the isolated traitor. She'd had nothing more to say to Judas and was sure he didn't anything else to say to her either. Besides, she needed time to heal, both her leg and her fear, and with her leg just about at full functionality again she was starting to feel more like herself, less paranoid and more comfortable.

But the fact she hadn't seen Judas since bothered her. Was he still locked up, or had he earned free reign of the territory? He'd surprised her at the pack hunt, but not once since had she seen him. If he was gone, it wasn't going to be a bother, but if he stayed... She needed to face her fear in order to live with him here.

Though it made her nervous, she traveled rather sneakily back toward his den again. It would have probably been smarter for her to ask someone to come with her, but she didn't want to bother them. Judas hadn't misbehaved last time, so she hoped he'd behave this time too. Her limp was practically unnoticeable, only prone to acting up after too much exertion, and she made it to the den swiftly and silently without drawing attention.

Cautiously she approached the opening of the den, scenting as she made each careful, quiet step along the side where she'd remain unseen. He was here, of that she was certain, but what his mood was... Mitanni's ears folded back momentarily, her amber eyes thoughtful beneath a frown, and smoothing out her expression decidedly, she murmured softly, "You still on lock down?"