Phantom Hollow True Colors

Judas stopped before her, standing tall. Judas' posture remained dead still. His eyes piercing. He waited, then made a small response. "Indeed, it has" he replied, putting a purr at the end. He gave a toothy grin, curling his upper lip up to reveal pearly white teeth. He wasn't afraid to show his true colors (See what I did there?) to his victims. "And it has been going great. I have been keeping very busy."

He closed in, stalking toward her. Scuffing a paw around when he was barely a pace from her, standing in front of her. "You know what I hate more than dirt?" He glanced up, a psychotic look in his green eyes. "Wolves. Always taking from lesser creatures, always stealing the life from another just trying to make a living. And not for food, no. Because they can. Well, here's what I say to that..." He looked back at his paw, then all of a sudden flicked dirt up into her face. Then, he leaped forth, aiming his jaws at one of her legs to bring her down.