Phantom Hollow Sneaky Sneak

Judas couldn't help but feel joy deep down when her eyes lit up. Ad none of that feeling he enjoyed himself. That very feeling he wanted to tear out of himself, tear out what caused it. Because along with the feeling of joy would come many others. He would only keep those that would drive him onwards on his goal. Still, he did not repress the smirk showing the joy. To stay in character, as she led the way.

They soon came upon a body of water. The size did not matter, only the outer edges. Observing the edge, Judas found it lucky the edge was not sand, yet mud. He sent a gaze with the look a teacher would have giving a lecture. "Mud. For someone with your pelt, mud is the perfect camouflage" he explained, flicking some up before her. Where it landed, he didn't pay attention long enough to see. "Not only that, but it would also help mask your scent. Like I said, the perfect camouflage." Before saying another word, he lowered himself into the ground and began to roll around, slicking down his fur with mud, the wet mushy substance blended with his pelt the best it could. All for the purpose of gaining one's trust.