Gathering Goblins

The vermillion boy heard his mother’s call, and erupted into a sprint towards the direction it had come. The summons was not to be ignored, given the commanding tone of it. He was her son, but he knew well to obey his mother, as she was also his Alpha. Redrum was steadily becoming more and more capable, though young, he sought to prove himself at every twist and turn that came his way. That especially meant making his mother proud. So as he approached the gathering place, seeing his mother he dipped his head, elongated ears waving above his head as he did so. "Mother!" The boy flashed her an excited smile, but also a warm one – before he turned his attention to Cadaver and moved to sit by the other boy. “Cad-aver. Fi-ght any- more- coyotes?” Redrum said teasingly, focusing on the intelligibility of his words as he went. He was happy to see the boy with mismatched eyes, though he was sure Cadaver was a troublemaker. A bit like his brother Sawbone, but less… odd.