Phantom Hollow Call him Judas if you want, but he did it for reasons much older than silver

Ooh, a fancy surname just like her. It rolled off the tongue nicely, Pallas. She was sure she could remember it for when fate would let them meet again. Malice nodded, the hints of a smile on her muzzle. She was in a good mood considering her home and that of many others had turned into a wasteland. Green wasn't her favorite color, but now she missed it more dearly than anything.

I shall, Pallas. She responded. I wish you the most of luck on your journey and on finding a home that you fit into. Until we meet again. She ended, turning around to go to the Moonlit Wolves' meeting place. They needed plans, they needed a way to survive right now.