Moonspear Criminally Insane

Judas listened as she spoke of them not having met yet. And he agreed. He should have sought her out sooner, but he had other things on mind. He often got distracted with other things, such as the devastation around, or the voice in his head. In fact, right now he was distracted while thinking of an answer to her question that he forgot he was still bowing. 

The coywolf straightened up a bit, trying to look more formal but still like his lower rank. "I have. It is nice. I haven't been on a mountain in quite some time." Nor a beautiful one such as Moonspear. Most he'd been steep, and he did not like steep. Too easy to slip and break his neck. Also for a minor fear of heights, but that was a hush-hush secret no one knew. One he had almost forgotten about. And there was also that bare mountain range he had come across back in his homeland.