Moonspear Moonlight Mile

Charon departed, apparently pleased with Judas' work. Pyx dipped her head to him, but still did not speak. Her place was not truly in this. She'd come only to speak with Judas and make certain he wasn't in need of healing. For a moment she watched Charon's back disappear, no doubt intent on finding the warmth of his mate and the fuzzy pile of pups. She felt a sudden and strong desire to call him back, to chase after him with one question or another. For a moment she puzzled over this thought, wondering what she wanted to ask or why she felt the need to call for him.

It was only as she heard Judas' voice that she realized she was nervous about what he would tell her. He hadn't said anything about it yet, but the expression as he'd said he needed to tell her something spoke volumes. She looked back to him, brows furrowing. "You've only just arrived back, Judas. Perhaps you should rest and tell me after. No telling how long since you've had a secure night's sleep." Her intentions were well hidden, masked behind the face of a concerned healer that was just as much her own skin. She was not afraid of Judas himself, no. Her fear was if he had done something horrible, that would bring his sins to the present. Could a bad wolf be so kind otherwise? Could a bad wolf be hiding in the skin of her friend? Was it possible for the bad wolf and her friend to be one and the same?

"Let me get you a couple of herbs, to soothe your muscles and let you sleep better. We can talk in the morning, and I'm sure you'll feel much better." She waved her tail, smiling at him. Perhaps in the morning whatever he had to say would not see as terrible, perhaps the sun could help to scare away some shadows.