Grouse Thicket Hide The Demon Inside

Whatever he had done did not scare Malice. She, who was scarred both mentally and physically by him, trusted him more than she did some of her own subjects. He was no threat to her nor her family, she found, for perhaps she had the powers to control whatever foul beast had entered his mind a long time ago. She wanted to help, not only to be a good friend, but a good wolf as a whole. Never would she let anyone dear to her suffer, and so it didn't matter how long Judas would stay with them. Whether it be weeks, months or years, Malice would have the memories of helping a friend out- and that would make her star shine all the brighter whenever life would vanish from her body.

My young endanger themselves more than you ever would. She said with the slightest of chuckles. One lost a tail to a bear- the other thought the river was the best place to play. They both still live. Her eyes flickered to the green pools of panic her friend carried. She listened, quietly, let him voice the things that were haunting him with a respectful stance. Now was not the time to rub in that she was the Lady of the Isle.

No one will find you where we are- most don't even know we exist. We are a retreat, Judas- a perfect place for you to stay while you recover. She almost whispered to him in a calm voice.