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Judas glanced over at Pyx. Part of him thought it was stupid. But since when did he listen to that part of him? Not in some time. Not since Moonlit. He let himself regain some air in his lungs before speaking, "It wasn't stupid. Besides, we can rest up here. Regain our strength." And she was right. They would survive. Unless something stood in their way all of a sudden. But he didn't want to think about that.

"Some new pack, at least. Something to get information from. Something-" He stopped. He lifted his nose to the wind. Something was near. Or rather, someone. He cast a glance around. "Shhh..." Judas looked carefully, trying to spot out any shapes not part of the forage. "Who's there? I can smell you." Had he known who it was, he would have been conflicted, inside and outside.