Phantom Hollow The Guilt I Have Pulls Me Down

Her amber eyes searched as she strode cautiously forward, and she tried not to visibly jump when she spotted Judas appear ahead of her down the trail, giving up his hiding spot. She studied him but couldn't see anything amiss, nothing to tell her that she was in any danger or that he was leaning dangerously away from stability.

But he did look saddened, ashamed. Mitanni walked toward him, noting his degraded posture and listening to his apology and explanation. There's voices? What must that have been like? She couldn't imagine it being very comfortable, particularly knowing the violent streak that this green-eyed wolf had. Were they the cause of everything? Her ears tipped back, again feeling sympathetic for him. It didn't sound like an easy burden to bear.

"It's okay. You haven't done anything, so it's okay," she answered, though realized it probably wasn't. What was okay about hearing voices? Possibly mean, violent ones? She lowered her gaze, feeling somewhat at a loss how she could help the tan-hued wolf and his problem, and decided she likely couldn't. His instability was beyond her.

"Thanks for telling me." He could have easily kept the information a secret, let her believe him beyond repair and too unpredictable to keep up their attempt at rebuilding their friendship, but he'd chosen to be open and honest. He's making an effort, Mitanni concluded, and after clearing her throat tried to do the same. "I...guess I found you." She chuckled, a nervous but amused little sound, and tentatively wagged her tail.