Greatwater Lake Super sleuths

Malice wouldn't meet their eyes and kept hers averted, looking to Mitanni like she carried some sense of guilt. Was it because of what the other dark-hued female had said? Was it because she'd left them without word of where she was going or what she intended to do? The little brown wolf couldn't pin it down, and she desperately wished her ex-alpha would speak but no explanation came.

Mitanni flinched a little when Judas spoke her name, a stern inflection behind the word, and though she obediently turned, ready to follow him, she did so reluctantly. This wasn't right. Malice had been the one to draw her into the Moonlit Hills pack, the one who had founded everything and gave each of them a purpose. How could she abandon it all so easily, so carelessly, and without even owning up herself to what she felt or needed to do?

The new sense of hurt that settled in the little wolf's chest gave her strength to turn away and follow Judas, hardened her to apology that her ex-alpha called out behind her. Her ears remained pinned, an expression of her disappointment, but her face was a stony, solemn mask that would likely only hold until they got closer to home. But for now, as she hurriedly trotted at her friend's heels toward the Phantom Hollow, that was as far as it needed to get her.