Phantom Hollow Nutcase

There was naturally that initial moment of nerves that quickly stole through the lithe little wolf, remnants of the fear engrained in her after the attack, but she did her best to stamp it down. Judas's reaction helped that, noticing the unease--and was it embarrassment?--that forced his gaze away from hers and made him answer so simplisticly. Oops.

Mitanni hadn't meant to catch him so off guard, or cause him any sense of discomfort. They'd been making strides so far in repairing their relationship, and she hated to think that something as simple as this could possibly cause another tear in it, if it could.

Afraid to take the chance, she ventured a smile, tentative but embarrassed in her own right, and with a quiet hum of sound she strode forward until she stood within the stream too, the water covering her paws and swirling around her legs. Fine seemed an apt descriptor, but maybe only just.

As she'd seen him do, she lifted her foreleg and swished it within the water, enjoying the feel of it and the coolness. "Thank goodness we still have our water," Mitanni commented conversationally, watching it as she set her foreleg down and began to move water around with the other, "the bugs messed with everything else."