Hoshor Plains I've Chosen My Side

Judas' ear flicked as a scent reached his nose. One the coywolf welcomed and accepted with grace. He in fact was too late to address them before they addressed him. The tan half-breed whipped his head around, a smile growing across his muzzle. A coyote. To him, she was a sight to behold, having not seen another coyote in months. He listened, caught a little off guard by the accent. He tried his best to make sense of it, making out some of the words. 

He cleared his throat, turning his body to face her. "Greetings, Miss Lumar. I am Judas. And no, I have not heard of this 'French'" he dipped his head in welcome. Something most wolves did not do towards her kind, no doubt. "Need not worry about me, for I have been longing to meet with another of my kind since I joined up with this pack of 'fleabags'" he stated, turning an eye at the pack's lands. He shook his fur out as if he himself had fleas. "It's been horrible, living with them." Finally, he could let out all his feelings to someone.