Phantom Hollow Naughty little fly, why does it cry?

The continuous faint sounds coming from Judas' chamber kept the yearling up from sleep. He groaned to himself, putting his paws over his muzzle. What the hell was up with him? Issun was a very blunt guy and couldn't understand the traitor like the rest of his packmates. The yearling wondered why he should even be here after what he did to Mitanni.

Issun could only take so much of the noise before he snapped. Stomping and growling, he made way towards his den. He arrived only to hear the male's last words. The yearling peeked inside, shooting an annoyed look towards him. "You're lucky you're even in this situation. If it were up to me, you'd either be outta here or dead."