Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

I know. So many feels in this

Judas felt her touch foreheads together, and he did nothing. It felt comforting, and then she began her story. Inside every wolf, every coyote, there was a merciless killer. He could see that wolves weren't so different. Soon, she started sobbing again. Something drove him to comfort her as he nuzzled her with his nose, gently poking at her. He finally felt someone understood him, and it made him feel joyous. But something snatched him away, the old Judas was coming back. The tan hybrid withdrew, falling back to a dark corner. A low whine followed.