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Judas' ears perked up. So, maybe there was a side of the firendly alpha he had not seen yet. That, in a way, scared him if they ever found what was under hs physical being. Inside his head, murmuring. Whispering to him, trying to take him back.

"What's your real name?" he asked, taking a couple steps closer. The coywolf felt that he had no reason to fear her. "I am Judas" he added, dipping his head in a formal manner. He didn't care if she were a slave. Not unless it meant life and death. Then he would certainly care.