Moonspear Herbal Tea

Judas nodded. He distinctly remembered the name being Feverfew. What Feverfew helped with, that had escaped his mind. And she was right about him being able to avoid poisons. Well, most of them. Mostly those that distorted the world in one's view. Then Pyx went on about saying she was a flincher. He knew someone just like that. And they had gone somewhere, disappeared without a trace.

Then Pyx stated that she guessed he was a hybrid. "Yeah...it's quite obvious, isn't it?" He did find it odd how she did not question the bunch of scars crisscrossing his rear end. He sighed. His childhood, it was not the best one he could have. And he definitely didn't want to scare Pyx, so he twisted his story a little. "My mother and the litter with me were killed. And I was taken in by the wolf who made me. He was responsible, and I knew he was." He glared ahead, picturing the wolf that called himself his father ahead, and his lips broke apart in a snarl. He had to cast a glance back at Pyx to rid himself of it. Then he glanced ahead again.

"It's a touchy subject." He hoped that was enough of a signal to her, along with his narrowed eyes pointing forward as he surged forward.