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Her body was ramrod straight, tense as a rock. She kept glancing between Judas and Malice, unsure of what to do, if anything. Whatever was happening in front of her was a long time coming. She'd stopped trying to piece together the story, instead intending to ask Judas about it later. She didn't know what the Dark Brotherhood was, but could only assume it was the name of their previous pack where Malice had been alpha.

The female sighed and stepped forward, her body language seemed peaceful, but Pyx tensed further all the same. She looked to Judas, waiting for his reaction. Suddenly Judas leapt forward and Pyx gaped after him, sure that he was lunging to attack the female. Had the female been the one to lurch forward in attack Pyx would have helped defend Judas, as it was he was the one leaping forward. She'd not throw herself into an assault, not unless she had to do something to protect Judas. This battle wasn't hers.

After only a moment it became clear though, that he was not attacking. He embraced the other, and Pyx distantly heard his apology and the reconciliation. She sighed, her body easing up, relaxing. Whatever she had just witnessed was not her business, but she was glad that they seemed to end on good terms. They had obviously been friends at one point, surely it would feel good for both of them to have this closure moving forward. Feeling, if it was possible, more awkward now than ever, Pyx shifted her weight. She still did not speak, not wanting to interrupt this moment between friends(?). She glanced away from them, trying to afford them at least a little privacy.

She began to observe the ground, looking for herbs. She didn't move from her spot just in case things went sour. A part of her was sure both of the wolves had forgotten her, so to move would remind them and break up their reunion. "If only there was something I could pretend to do here. Herbs to sort, or twigs. Or even bugs to count. Don't mind me, you two, simply counting flies." She wasn't annoyed with either of them, but very very uncomfortable. "If only Judas weren't interested in herbs, I could pretend to find something and pretend to be absorbed in that. But he'd ask and then I'd look like a fool or have to lie, which would come out sooner or later." She could just imagine Charon looking at Judas blankly for presenting grass to cure something, and then turning to her to ask her if she was a fucking idiot. Lying was out, she'd just be awkward instead. Ho hum.