SPIT IN MY FACE!

Where grassy plains met the edges of the desert, the Cryer's Ravine – a hidden landscape, concealed from the careless eye. It was here, in the depths of the ravine, that Redrum found himself one afternoon. The boy, with his striking crimson fur and golden eyes shimmering with curiosity, had set out to explore a bit of his friend’s pack, of course before calling her to play. Brimming with determination, Redrum ventured into the unknown, eager to discover what lay beyond the familiar borders of his home. While he would have liked to have Elara show him around more… he didn’t want anything to befall her while he was being adventurous.

As he padded along the edge of the ravine, Redrum's senses were heightened, attuned to every sound and scent that drifted on the breeze. And with each step, his heart thrummed with excitement, the thrill of the unknown calling out to him like a siren's song. Of course, the little brute did begin to wonder just how one would hunt in a place like this.. The challenges you’d face… or maybe a fight… how that would go..

As he rounded a bend in the ravine, Redrum paused, his keen gaze sweeping over the chaotic landscape before him. Tall trees stretched skyward, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor below. It reminded him of the willows back home.