As the sun cast its golden rays upon the desolate battleground, Cadaver prowled alongside his friend Red, their steps cautious amidst the scattered remnants of a unknown conflict long past. The once-blood-soaked earth now lay quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind through twisted metal and shattered remnants of weaponry. Cadaver's mismatched eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the strange assortment of artifacts strewn across the landscape. Hardened shells gleamed dully amidst the grass, splintered fragments lay half-buried in the soil, and rusted tools stood as silent witnesses to the violence of bygone days. To the untrained eye, these relics might have seemed little more than discarded debris, but to Cadaver they held a curious allure, promising the potential for new discoveries.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the battlefield, their senses alert to every sound and movement, the distant yipping of coyotes reached their ears, a stark reminder that they were rarely ever alone. Cadaver's muscles tensed, his instincts of survival preparing him for conflict, as he exchanged a look towards his companion. In the face of potential danger the younger boy was ready to recklessly answer, to defend each other first and foremost against any threat that dared to challenge them- and to make them regret the day they crossed paths with Cadaver and Redrum.

With a silent nod to his friend, Cadaver braced himself for whatever might come their way, his senses sharp and his resolve unwavering as the first couple coyotes broke into their line of sight.

"Cadaver Nightwing"

Redrum could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins as they delved deeper into the ancient battlefield, it took no fool to sense the tension in the air, impending doom. Mirroring the fierce resolve burning within Cadaver's gaze, Redrum was ready for anything.

The distant yipping of the coyotes served as the omen they’d been looking for. He stood tall, his vermillion fur bristling with anticipation, every sense set on high alert.

Four coyotes came into view, cackling challenges and flashing overconfident teeth at the boys. Redrum shook his coat out, rolling his shoulders forward as he returned the challenge back at them, snaring dangerously at their taunts.

All at once the coyotes surged forward like a wave, one attempting to face Redrum head on, it’s teeth snapping at his face. The boy was quick to get his face out of its striking range, a paw lashing out to force it back in time with his own lunge. He sought to snap at the coyotes face in return, violently advancing on it before another coyote flanked him from behind and took a mouthful of his ass in the process.

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Cadaver could feel his heart pounding with adrenaline as he watched the pack of coyotes surge forward, their yips and snarls filling the air with primal energy. The smell of wet earth and musky fur filled his nostrils, adding to the intensity of the moment. His eyes locked onto Redrum, a fierce determination burning in both their gazes. With muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, Cadaver prepared to join the fray. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, fueling his instincts and sharpening his senses. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he braced himself for the battle ahead, ready to defend his territory and his pack with all of his might.

With a fierce growl, one of the coyotes lunged at Redrum, its teeth bared and claws extended. But before it could reach its intended target, Cadaver appeared like a shadow, his movements swift and calculated. He intercepted the attacker, his jaws snapping shut with precision, aiming for the vulnerable flesh anywhere he could grab it as he intercepted its advance. The coyote recoiled with a yelp of pain, but before Cadaver could press his advantage, another adversary darted in from the side, its fur bristling with aggression as it aimed for his flank. Cadaver stood tall and ready to defend himself, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his dark coat as he prepared to face this new threat.

With a snarl of defiance, Cadaver twisted his body, narrowly evading the coyote's snapping jaws.

"Cadaver Nightwing"

With Redrum’s focus on his primary adversary, he hadn’t even known about the coyote flanking him from behind until he heard the pained yelp. For a moment he was filled with concern for Cadaver, his skull snapping to check on his friend – but thankfully all he saw was a recoiling coyote. He grinned, until a pair of jaws snapped shut onto his foreleg. A consequence for his divided attention. With a snarl, the boy shot out with his own jaws, aiming to slam the coyote into the ground and off of himself in one fell swoop.

He succeeded, the coyote choking upon the impact, flailing for Redrum to release it. And he would, not before giving it a reason to get the hell out of there. The vermillion boy placed a paw onto its back, holding it in place as he readjusted his bite – taking with it a significant portion of the coyote's ear in the process. He would release the little beast then, spitting it’s fleshy cartilage out onto the ground as he barked at it to leave.

When it vanished into nearby foliage, Redrum turned to face the very pissed off fourth coyote, vengeance in its burning yellow gaze. To which he returned in equal measure.

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Cadaver's eyes narrowed as he watched Redrum dispatch his attacker with swift and decisive force. Despite the chaos of the battle unfolding around them, his friend's skill and determination filled him with a sense of pride. With a nod of approval, Cadaver turned his attention back to his own adversary, a coyote whose eyes burned with anger and defiance.

As the coyote lunged at him once more, Cadaver braced himself, his muscles tensing in anticipation. He met the attack head-on, his own jaws snapping shut with a fierce determination. The coyote's teeth grazed his shoulder, drawing blood, but Cadaver refused to back down. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, he pushed against the coyote, using his weight and strength to overpower it.

"Cadaver Nightwing"

Redrum was wholly consumed by the focus on his opponent. He lurched forward as it did, coming to grapple with it as it mangaged a few quick successive bites to his chest. He took the damage however, managing to use his heftier weight to rear back with it and topple them over. He pinned the coyote to the ground, viciously snapping his jaws around it's throat and hold fast to the delicate flesh there.

He held so long, he didn't know why. Until something changed, and he realized the little beast had gone limp beneath him. His jaws opened, rising to stand above what was once his enemy. It was unmoving, it's face... peaceful. He had killed it, just like he had done with many prey animals before hand. It wasn't.. a shock, but this was his first kill that hadn't been necessary. He stared down at it's body, burning golden gaze trying to rationalize why it had felt so good.

His skull lifted to seek out Cadaver, but his eyes were a bit colder than before, a bit more conflicted. He didn't speak a word.

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