Moonspear strict but relatively just

Judas nodded. Scout, adventurer, spy. Whatever they called it. He wanted to move around, stretch his legs, see the sights. As long as it kept those dark thoughts back. "Yes. I wish to be a scout." He knew how dangerous out there, so he wasn't stupid enough to go out alone. He still remembered that one wolf that wanted to kill him, just for his appearance. Back then, he would have laughed it off. But since he had changed, it only gave him chills.