Ain't It Fun?

Redrum felt a shiver run down his spine as the menacing creature emerged from the shadows. He could sense the danger in the air, his instincts urging him to stay alert above all else. Medusa issued a warning snarl, as she positioned herself between him and the hyena. He watched her every move, trying to mimic her defenses as she made them.

But the hyena's erratic movements and predatory gaze sent a chill through Redrum's veins. His paw raised to take a step back as it made eye contact with the boy, before he stilled and solidified his stance, his eyes widening with a mixture of fear and determination. No running. No backing down. As the hyena lunged towards him, the Wraith lunged forward like a force of nature, a feline grace in her movements, intercepting the threat with a swift and powerful defense. Redrum, on the other hand, was not ready for the confrontation. But he forced himself to be.

Redrum's heart raced, and he bared his fangs, his vermillion frame lurching forward to assist his mother. He sought the vulnerable flesh of the ribcage, his teeth biting and latching onto the hyena. He sought to split the beast’s attention between him and his mother, using the pain of his bite and the undeniable danger his mother posed to their advantage. It could not focus properly on his mother if he were being a nuisance!