Moonspear First Impressions

She'd settled in upon the Moonspear's slopes much easier than she had in the Phantom Hollow. The spooky factor here was mild compared to that forest, and not once as she'd drifted off to sleep did Mitanni consider herself being watched or sensed any unseen presences around her just out of visual range. She liked it, liked the quiet, the peace. It made her consider, if only for a moment, that maybe coming here from the start would have been the better choice than the path she'd taken.

It's all fixed now, the little brown wolf mused to herself as she strolled the mountainside during the quiet midmorning. She was here, at long last, and she'd work toward proving herself valuable to these wolves that had been kind enough to allow her and Judas in their midst.

She wondered briefly where it was he'd ended up. They hadn't planned to stick close to each other after their arrival, but she worried about him nonetheless. With his demon lurking inside, he was a little unpredictable, and Mitanni hoped above all else that these new living arrangement would tame that beast as well as the coywolf seemed to believe they would.

First things first, though. If she was to make herself useful here, then she needed to get to know the mountain. With that goal on her mind for the day, the mottled black and brown female continued to pad purposefully down the mountainside, intent upon starting her examination of the mountain closer to its base. She supposed the woods there would be the first spot prey would return to--if they returned at all--so it felt appropriate that she begin there.