Hoshor Plains You Either Die A Hero...

Crius.  Had he betrayed her in a way?  Was that why Judas was asking her this?  She couldn't ever think of any other way that Judas would truelly ask her the question of whether she let anyone else in.  Unless someone had been watching... listening... a mole.  Lumar's eyes swept the clearing self-consciously around the two.  She picked up no one, but you never knew.  Worry sqiurm in the pit of her stomach, though she made her gaze one of formality.  "I would never in a million years let anyone else know our secret."  Lumar smoothly lied.  Heh.  I'd sell away all your secrets for a decent sized piece of prey Judas.  She thought quietly to herself.  Judas barely knew anything about her anyways.  It's not like he had anything against her really and she didn't think that this Coywolf would ever consider killing her after all.

Lumar then began to focus on Judas's other question.  How were things on her side?  Complicated.  Confusing.  So many lies.  She answered with none of those words.  "Things on my side are pretty good Judas.  Pretty good."  She was silent for a few heartbeats.  "How do things go for you back in that Pack of yours?"  She then asked with an absent swish of her thinner tail.