After the pregnant, tired, emotionally unstable queen had panicked with Issun about puppies and the prisoner, she wasted no time and rushed to the dens. She feared the worst; Sage lying dead at the entrance somewhere, but the smell of blood didn't come. She sighed in relief as she could smell no rotting flesh either, only the faint smell of her own healed scar. Should she check if Judas was still there? How much did she trust him?

Not much anymore, therefore she made her way to the opening of the den he was banished to. To her surprise, she looked right into the man's dark emerald orbs. Huh? What in Glaux's name was he doing? Never mind, he was still there, everything was fine. She gave him a suspicious, her scarred eye more squinted than her other, and then turned to leave him be. Unless he'd talk, she found being here a waste of time. 

A faint mumble, muffled by probably the position the prisoner was lying in, made her stop in her tracks. She felt the wind going through her "i woke up like this" fur, her hackles rising as it did. Her name. So, he still had some memory, he still wasn't going totally bonkers. She turned in a swift, graceful movement, her tail high and proud moving with her like a flag.

Spit it out. She returned angrily. She would waste no time here, not if he had nothing good to say. But, she gave him the benefit of the doubt, something he had to appreciate. Even with all her patience and understanding, she could still not let the things the male had threatened about - hurting another pack member- be left unpunished.

She watched him sit up right, keeping an eye out for any sudden movement, her lungs prepared to scream for help. She was a pregnant woman now, fighting was not a great idea. She wondered if he even noticed, if he even still noticed anything with his insane mind. 

Her gaze softened as he began speaking. Had the prison-like therapy worked? Was he lying? She couldn't lay her finger on it -maybe because she didn't have them-, yet was somehow relieved he had somewhat come back to the light. But convincing her wouldn't be as simple as to just say sorry and do a little back roll. She had been fooled too many times already. She snorted, an inner conflict rising up in her lower belly. She couldn't think straight, not with the headache she had. The herbs Buffalo had given had somewhat helped, but it still hurt like shit. How can I trust you? She asked, her voice just slightly nicer than before.

Welp, at least he was honest. But his other side, it was dangerous. Extremely dangerous for all of them. They had to find a way to calm him down whenever he would be caught going into his savage state. Buffalo, perhaps he could help! He knew of herbs, that was clear. Perhaps he knew of calming, nice smelling ones if they even existed. 

You are a danger to us all, to yourself and to everyone around you. She stated. Though, I am willing to trust any light you may still have left in your mind. I know of someone who is good with herbs, I will ask him if he knows some calming ones. Until I return, you are free to go to the river or something, make yourself useful within the boundaries of Phantom Hollow. She said.

I have told Issun, one wrong move, and you're done for. She ended, wondering if he would struggle, try to talk himself out of it.

She snorted. How was she supposed to know if Buff was looking for a partner. Besides, what made him so into the herbs all of the sudden. What if Buffalo knew about poisons, and that Judas would one day poison them all to death. I do not know. She responded bluntly, but she wasn't lying. Perhaps you should ask him yourself once you have the chance. He doesn't live with us, he just roams around Phantom Hollow -with permission I must say. Buffalo is his name, though I will warn you: The scent of blood is strong on him. If this triggers you in any way, I'dd rather you not go. She explained. Man, she was talking quite a lot.

Judas seemed to understand, even said so, and this put her mind slightly at ease. It angered her though that she was becoming some sort of messenger. Burke had told her, that you couldn't let someone else apologize for you. And he was her role model, why not follow his great example? If you so desperately want to apologize, you can do it on your own. It won't do much if I were to tell him, it would just make you look like a lazy ass.

It's not my pleasure, but you're welcome. She ended, turning to leave him be.