Phantom Hollow Naughty little fly, why does it cry?

Someone who hasn't seen him yet.

The night was very late. Most of the pack must have been asleep. Most. One was most definitely awake, rocking his head back and forth against a rock wall in his den. Being confined to one place was driving him absolutely mad, as well as the two conflicting sides within. In another's presence, he could barely manage to only reveal one side at a time. But soon, the coin would spin so fast that both sides would be seen at once.

"Stupid...wolves" Judas hissed between hits against the wall. A lump was starting to form on his head, but he paid it no attention. Other things were on his mind. "They saved you" someone in his vision said to his left with a calm face. But in actual fact, no one stood there and it was only himself imagining another of himself there. The wolf side of him. "Wolves who helped you." A snarl erupted as Judas' face changed from calm to dangerous. "They put us in this situation in the first place!"