"Ah, doubt it." He spoke with a scoff, suggesting he didn't think anyone anytime soon would be catching his eye. Still, the pair of boys were very young and had a lot of growing up to do. While Ramiel might have had every intention of proving his mothers wrong about the placement of a man, Judas was a more simple wolf. He didn't have the need to prove himself like Ramiel or the goals of Samael or spirit and determination of Macha. He was just a little bully of a guy who liked to explore, liked to spar and liked being lazy when it came to pack life and duties. Perhaps his mothers had warn down on his beliefs more so then that of his other siblings, for Judas had focused on his uses of being a fighter and... As for the pup making part, we shall see about that. After all, his father seemed to be useful in that art. Now how many half-siblings did he have again??
"Good, perhaps we should get a move on then?" He spoke to his brother now that the plan was settled. Long, spidery limbs shifted, his nose wrinkling as he looked into the direction of the Scowle. Who know how many wolves he would run into along the way before he got to his sister. "Come on, they can't be far from each other anyhow." He said, making an offer for them to stick together as they headed back west until they branched off.