Phantom Hollow New direction

Mitanni hadn't foreseen telling anyone of her plans--she hadn't guessed that anyone would want to know--and now that she'd broached the topic she found herself a little reluctant to go on. They were plans for her, not ideas that were meant for everyone. He needs this though, her conscience argued, I couldn't live knowing he'd gone back to how he was...

Strengthening her resolve on that thought alone, the mottled black and brown female released a quick, heavy breath and began to explain. "There's...two other packs I know about," Mitanni stated, "if they're still around. One's called Moonspear, the other is Rosings." She paused a beat, just to see if mentioning either would ring any bells for her friend. "I learned about Moonspear from a wolf who lived there, and I met the alpha of the other while Rosings was still forming."

Even as she spoke of them, her thoughts went dark, dreary, pessimistic. Would they be any different? Would they hold up, or would they crumble too like Moonlit had? "I'm not sure if joining another pack is the best idea though..." Mitanni muttered somberly, staring down. Why join another pack when there was the chance of being abandoned again?