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

Crius tilted his head as Judas' expression shifted once more, from ridicule to a look of sadistic joy. Okay, that's enough observing for the week, Crius walked out of the shadows and cleared his throat. "Judas! Greetings! Did you sleep well?", the dusky wolf asked, somewhat unaware of the change in his pack mate's mental state. 

"I see you have a little... Friend?" He laughed, taking a few steps towards the Coywolf. Crius' guard was down, though he was aware of whatever Judas was conflicted, what was the worst that could happen?