Moonspear Knock, knock...

Mitanni's half-smile grew into a full one, offering encouragement even though she still harbored her doubts. She tried not to think about the fact her information about Moonspear was at least a few months out of date, or the fact that so much had happened in her own life that there was no telling what had changed for this group. I have to be positive, she thought, and if it doesn't pan out, there's still another backup. Assuming nothing major had changed there either.

The little wolf shook her head, silencing the small, pessimistic voice that continued to rattle her, and lifted her head to howl. Her tone was polite, nervous, unused to such open calling. When was the last time she'd had reason to howl for anyone? It made her feel exposed, unguarded, and that was nerve-wracking. But she tried as she let her song taper off not to be affected by it. She shifted about on her paws, antsy, but waited beside Judas. Sparing him another glance, Mitanni found it harder to keep her smile in place, and instead let it fall with a nervous, anticipatory stare.