Sex: Malei'll be watching
from the center of the hollow moon
After two days of hanging around the edges of the Shallows territory, Judas found himself restless, bored. He had used his jail time to stay along the border, play the role of some scout or guardian. At least, he pretended. In all honesty, any time he saw a coyote, he said nothing, only darted a bit further into the territory and stayed low. If he saw a stranger, he bypassed without a care, without introduction and why wouldn't he? Would he have introduced himself by being like 'Hello, name's Judas, current captive'? Judas had no true reason for being here other then to appease the Edge wolves for what he had done and bring them back to square one. Judas still believed even if the blood was to be repaid there would be no true neutrality between this pack and his, especially given the fact that they were allies with the Surge.
Huffing at his own agitation and wondering how much longer he need stay here before returning home, Judas followed the scent of something peculiar, food, perhaps. It smelt like a rodent as he approached the bushes where it hid and made home. When he peered inside he could see its twitching nose and beady eyes. A beaver of some sort? The wolf snarled, diving down and trying to get into the brush to seize the pray. In seconds he was reeling back, yelping loudly and scurrying away from the bushes and further into Edge territory. Three 'spikes' stuck out of his muzzle from a creature unknown to his as a porcupine. A high whine followed by a growl escaped him and he pawed at his nose but it only made it worse. He couldn't get them out! If the youth was made to stay here and play 'house' with these wolves, might as well make use of them... Grumbling further, he swaggered lazily forwards in search for the local medic.