Wild Berry Meadow Faint of heart

Judas examined how she spoke, how she acted. Trying to narrow down what type of wolf she is. Trying to figure how, if at one point, how he would go about dealing with her. If he needed to at one point in time. He always did that, with everyone he met. They all deserved it. That was his belief.

He gave a nod to her answer. She seemed so kind, but that did not faze him one bit. He had met many that were kind, and they all met the same end. He wagged his tail along with hers, trying to match the friendliness. "The pleasure is mine" he spoke formally. He relaxed his stature to show he meant no harm. Yet.

Judas nodded again to her question. He enjoyed getting to know them. Right before he ticked them off the list. To remember them and replay their death, over and over again. "No. I go from place to place. Roam around." It was a genuine answer. He did travel from place to place. Until he found the next victim. He always aimed to find someone where their death had a major impact.