Phantom Hollow The Guilt I Have Pulls Me Down

His scent was easy enough to pick up--at least Mitanni hoped it was the correct scent--and she followed it at a slower, more sedate pace than he'd set off at. She wanted to give him enough time to find a hiding spot, to set himself up however he wanted to best challenge her ability to track him. If she just raced right on his tail she wouldn't be doing herself any favors.

The terrain was just beginning to look familiar, recognized as the woods right outside the river where they'd first conducted their initial sneaking lesson. Mitanni smiled just a little at the memory, reminded of how quickly Judas had grown on her then. I hope he's changed, she thought silently, I hope--

But the thought was silenced as she heard his voice snarl over a distance, near but not immediately so. The little wolf stopped, stood at attention, and shivered once. She didn't like that voice. She didn't like what it made her think of, and liked even less that it drew out more of her suppressed fear of her hidden instructor. "Judas?" she called out to him, concerned. Her ears tucked and her tail fell against her haunches, momentarily forgetting to follow his scent trail and search for him.