Phantom Hollow So this is the hollow?

Don't mind me

Judas paced around just inside the entrance of his den, going back and forth. He had things on his mind. Polar opposite thoughts. Some for devious acts, others for kindness to the pack that showed him hospitality. He did not spy anyone nearby, too busy muttering to himself. Having one of his little self-conversations. They were becoming more frequent, and more annoying. But also shorter, and quieter.