Walk the Borderline

Redrum's ears drooped as he listened to Ghoul's words, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration wash over him like a cold chill. The weight of his own inadequacy pressed down on him, threatening to crush his spirit like brittle leaves underfoot. Redrum had struggled greatly with his confidence, after it was squashed when he was so young.

He nodded slowly, acknowledging Ghoul's offer of help with a timid flick of his tail. "Red tried. To hunt." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with self-doubt. "But Red couldn't. catch anything. I thought. Red had it, but then... -nothing." The boy had tried to keep his head up around his mother, around his siblings too - but there were moments like this where he just felt like a screw up. Not that it was a very valid feeling, seeing as he was so young and had his whole life ahead of him.

His gaze fell to the ground, unable to meet Ghoul's intense ruby eyes. The memory of his failed attempts replayed in his mind like a relentless predator stalking its prey, each moment filled with missed opportunities and dashed hopes. “Red thinks. His fur. Scares- them.” He could get to a good ambush point, but then it was just him and his stupid red fur that flashed like an alert for his prey and they were gone.

Ghoul's offer of a lesson sparked a glimmer of hope within Redrum's heart, easy to do at his tender age. He lifted his head, meeting Ghoul's gaze with a mix of gratitude and determination shining in his own eyes. "Yes, please..?" he replied, his voice steadier now, fueled by the prospect of learning from someone wiser and more experienced than himself.