Phantom Hollow Nutcase

Mitanni felt discouraged. With the damage--courtesy of the locust swarm--done already, the Phantom Hollow appeared spookier and quieter than usual. Of course, she was too comfortable there now to be bothered by the change, but it did leave her with considerably fewer options by which to further her hunting skills. How was she supposed to improve herself if there wasn't anything to hunt?

She huffed in irritation as she trotted along, her head lowered and a slight pout shaping her muzzle. She needed something else to do, something as productive but that still managed to keep her attention. Sneaking and stealthing were still options--though maybe she wasn't quite so comfortable in the now spookier forest to go poking into dark corners--but neither currently appealed to her.

For a moment as she traveled, she considered going beyond the pack's borders in order to assess the damage elsewhere, but as she ventured nearer to one of the pack's streams, scenting Judas's smell along the way, she found herself making a detour. She moved quietly, watching, as she approached the stream and the tan-hued coywolf standing in it. "How's the water?" she called, her tone conversational and her amber eyes curious.