Phantom Hollow So this is the hollow?

There was something..off about Crius. He kept on looking at Judas. Maybe it was because he had never seen a coywolf. Or something else. Judas wouldn't have been bothered if it were for the first reason, but if it were for something else, that would bother him. Yet he assumed it were the former reason, and paid no more mind to it. 

"I wouldn't. She'd talk your ear off" he joked, a grin slowly appearing. He had learned one way to get on someone's good side was making jokes. Making jokes about them, he hadn't learnt the downside of that yet. "Anyway, I'm going to go back to my corner. Just wanted to see what all the talking was about." He dipped his muzzle in farewell, then retreated back into his den. For once, he had a good feeling.