What were you expecting? It's a dangerous place.

In the heart of the sprawling plain, where blood and the occasional bone lay, stood Redrum. His crimson fur, vibrantly seemed to catch fire in the sunlight – as well as marked him like a bloody target to any and all.

Redrum's golden eyes gleamed with determination as he surveyed the area, his lengthy ears attuned to every rustle and whisper of the wind. He had come here with a singular purpose: to challenge another wolf to a spar. It was a rite of passage, a test of his skills and bravery that would prove him worthy among his peers. His mother did it often, so it had its merits, right?

The scent of earth and grass filled his nostrils, mingling with the faint traces of blood that lingered in the air. This plain was no stranger to conflict, its soil soaked with the history of countless battles fought between wolves of all sizes and strengths. But Redrum was undeterred. He knew that to become stronger, he must face challenges head-on, no matter the risks. So, the boy lifted his skull to the sky and released a long howl, a call to another nearby soul – a challenge.