Wild Berry Meadow Faint of heart

His friendly grin widened. In a way, the forced smile ached, though he kept the twitch back. Judas could see she was nervous. The perfect prey, but not without knowing if the pack was close. If it was, then he would wait another time. And also, he didn't like upright killing. He liked to get to know them, so that he could remember them well.

He stopped a couple feet away, keeping the friendly face on. "The same. Everyone needs a walk once in awhile, yes?" he asked, turning his head to the side a little as well as dipping it down slightly. "Name's Judas." He didn't ask her name, not wanting to make her feel more suspicious that someone would just come out of nowhere and ask their name right away.