Phantom Hollow Back Again

A giggle reached Menta's ears, and all the cream wolf could do was give a meek half grin. Her pride would be hurt later, when she reprimanded herself for being such a dork, but for now her brain was emptily caught in the moment. She nodded in comprehension when Ambrosia gave her a basic idea where the pack was. It seemed rude to her to assume that Ambrosia was equally ignorant of where Ryūjin was - especially with those lofty task-titles, scout and ambassador - and so for that reason alone Menta did not offer the same guidance.

Scouting now? she asked, almost hopeful that perhaps scout could in this case translate to scouting for potential food sources. The quiet and currently barren forest seemed to echo her question back with laughter, and Menta tried an encouraging wag or two. Surely if she was just optimistic enough, the answer would eventually come back positive.