To say that he had ruffled some feathers was a bit of an understatement. At the time, Judas didn't think about the serious trouble he was in for bringing such a dangerous animal into the pack. Sure, if they could kill it that would mean everyone could eat well for the next few days. But no one was prepared for the beast which made the situation that much more dire. It was odd for such a beast to follow a wolf so far from her herd and only those who have lost a child and still feel the need to protect it could understand why the mother had done what she did. Her fate was sealed the moment she crossed the river. Chances are, she would not leave Glorall alive. And if things kept going the way they were, Judas may not live to see another day either. Though his body was built for both speed and endurance he had been rather lazy this summer, not to mention his muscles were only just starting to finish developing. He was not able to last as long as he would one day. Needless to say, he was getting tired.

Huge gasps of air were bursting from his mouth as his weary paws started to slow. But the bison didn't seem to be having the same problem and her massive form grew closer and closer. Judas could feel the heat of her breath on his rump. For the first time, a look of true fear and panic filled his violet blue eyes. Luckily, help was not far. He heard rather than saw Rogue. Her snarl filled the air louder than the crashing waves on the beach. Did she say something? He would never know because right after her attack, more and more wolves arrived to help. The young wolf ran for several feet before he realized that the brute had stopped to deal with her attackers. Skidding to a halt, Judas turned around with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and watched the others try to clean up the mess he had made. The adrenaline was beginning to fade from his system and he could feel his legs start to shake. For a moment he was thinking about letting his pack mates take the beast down. Until he saw Praetor join in the fray.

Don't get him wrong. He was very loyal to his pack mates and would try to help if his body wasn't so damned exhausted. But the moment he saw his older brother take a bite out of the bison Judas knew he had to help him. With a new burst of energy, the prince took off and began to circle around the beast. Someone said something, was it Mortz perhaps, but the boy did not listen. He moved to the rear of animal and grabbed hold if her tail, pulling hard. He didn't think about the hooves that could easily kick out at him. Though it seemed she was more preoccupied with the others to think about using them on him. When Praetor was hit, Judas gasped and, forgetting about his task with the tail, he ran to his brother's side. Not knowing much about hunting, he didn't think about the most important rule. Never stop mid-hunt. "Bro, you okay?" he said, a worried look in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the bison was in trouble. With multiple wolves attacking from all sides any hopes of running away were dashed. The herd was not coming to help. She would die alone on the beach and her flesh would feed the sea wolves. In the end, Judas would expect some thanks for his actions, but chances are that is the last thing that would happen when this was all over.