Phantom Hollow You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you!

Judas circled around, as if facing an opponent. Imaginary Judas stood still, turning his head slowly to follow him. He readied to strike when he was behind the merciless killer in his mind. Bending his legs to pounce. Until he halted, seeing movement. That broke his concentration, and he did not at all notice the disappearance of his other side.

A hare. A poor, unlucky hare, had decided to stroll into the one den it would wish it never did. His hungry thoughts fueled the other side. "Finally, something we agree on" the coy-side thought. A savage look came over him, the evil Judas taking over. Then, he leaped right at his prey. The poor animal that would regret what it did. The coywolf missed having something to toy with. What was better than a helpless animal? He had his teeth scratch it. Not to kill. Not yet.