A distant howl pierced through the peaceful air, like a knife cutting through silence. Cadaver's playful reverie near the den was instantly shattered as his ears shot up, capturing the urgency in Widow's call. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted towards the source of the summoning cry, a fierce determination propelling him forward. The scent of something putrid lingered in his senses, igniting a fierce spark in his mismatched eyes like embers being stoked by a fire. His paws pounded against the ground with an almost primal rhythm as he raced towards the unknown danger, ready to defend his territory at all costs.
With a rush of determination, Cadaver arrived at the scene to find his resolute mother standing tall and unwavering, her eyes fixed intently on the brazen coyotes who dared to trespass on Insomnia's sacred ground. They pranced around thoughtlessly, as if they owned the place, unaware of the gravity of their actions. But for Cadaver, the sight only fueled his inner fire for a reason he wasn't quite sure of- igniting a surge of adrenaline that pulsed through his veins and stoked the flames in his young heart. The air crackled with tension as he prepared to defend his home from these invaders. All he knew was the instinctual drive to chase the pests down and make them regret the decision that brought them into packlands. "Mom," he barked a greeting, his voice tinged with fervor and a touch of youthful intensity. "What do they think they're doing out there?" His tail swished like a whip, his eyes ablaze with determination and readiness.
