The Heartwood Branching out

With the plantlife inside the Phantom Hollow practically nonexistent, Mitanni had felt too discouraged to try any hunting inside of pack borders. Just walking around the place made her mood sour, and though she knew she needed to shake it in order to be a productive pack member, she was struggling yet. She wanted her home back to the way it was, more than anything, but there wasn't anything she could to do to make it so.

In an attempt to get her butt in gear, she'd scouted the waters of the river that cut through her home and followed them south, venturing into the scarred Heartwood forest that, she assumed, once grew green and vibrant but was now a mess of burned, lifeless trees. It wasn't a pretty place, but the river still cut along its edge, offering one redeeming factor, if it could be called that.

With her amber eyes fixed on the water, Mitanni slowed her gait and walked softly along its bank. Though it seemed greatly unlikely, she hoped that the swarm hadn't messed up the fish available from the rivers. She wasn't much of a fisher, but with such limited resources nature forced her hand. Watching out for any telling flashes below the surface, hoping that the desolate landscape would potentially keep any competition away should she be lucky, the petite wolf continued to walk alongside the river.