smells like (almost) teen spirit

As the boy padded across the plain, his crimson fur gleamed under the sun's warm embrace. Redrum couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through his veins. The air crackled with anticipation, the very ground beneath his paws seeming to pulse with the energy of countless battles fought and won. He wanted to make his own mark here, in time.

With each step, Redrum felt a surge of adrenaline, his senses sharpening as he prepared to spar once more. He knew that through combat, he would feel more self assured. It would be a proving ground of sorts, and he could reclaim that confidence he’d lost after his attack.

As he reached the designated sparring grounds, Redrum's gaze swept over his surroundings with a fire in his golden eyes. He rolled his shoulders forward before letting loose a call – another challenge to whomsoever answered it.