Greatwater Lake Super sleuths

As Mitanni eyed the lake, she thought she understood what could have drawn Malice out this way. Fish. She'd been drawn out of the territory by them too, wrangled into a fishing expedition in the hopes of having something to fill the bellies of herself and her packmates. She couldn't see anything presently, but with a lake this huge she didn't doubt there were fish inside.

But Malice's scent hadn't stayed here at the lakeside. It had continued on, away and toward the neighboring forest. "Blackfeather Woods," Mitanni answered, "the Dark Brotherhood and Burke." She turned to look toward the wood again, and was surprised at first to see a dark shape traveling their way. She thought at first that it must be Malice, but upon closer inspection the little wolf realized it wasn't her.

She knew very little about the Brotherhood, but what she did know made her wary. On instinct, Mitanni dropped into a semi-crouched posture, lowering her head and tail, and sidled a little closer to Judas. He might have scared her once upon a time, but at the moment he was the only friend she had against a very irritable looking stranger.

Who happened to know of Malice. The mottled brown female's ears perked at hearing the name of her leader, though she couldn't quite wrap her mind around what else she said. Malice was here of her own free will, but they weren't allowed to see her. "Why?" The word came out before she could stop it, and Mitanni visibly shrank at her own carelessness. Afraid she might blunder more, she bit her tongue and couldn't bring herself to clarify what she'd meant.