Phantom Hollow New direction

Ex-Moonlit Hills wolves preferred.

Mitanni felt lost as she sat outside of her den--what would soon become her old den--with her ears tucked and expression downcast. With the pack disbanding, separating and going their own way, there was nothing left for her here. She could technically stay, but what was the point when she wouldn't have anyone to watch her back?

She needed to begin moving around again. It was the only way she'd survived so long on her own before joining. Her brow furrowed. Probably would have been fine on my own all this time, she thought with some bitterness, rising to her feet and turning with a semi-agitated flick of her tail.

Despite her desire to storm off and away from the Phantom Hollow and all the memories it harbored, Mitanni found herself unable to do anything but walk and consider the life she'd lived here. Her ties with the pack might have tenuous all the way around, if she was being honest, but she did still feel like she was leaving something behind.

The little wolf sighed, irritated with her thoughts, but continued to walk, strolling through what was once the pack's meeting area, complete with log perch, with the intent of following the river out of the territory. There wasn't anything here for her anymore, but one last stroll through the main points wouldn't hurt.