The Fine Print

Redrum was excited, so excited! He had been training, practicing with the odd soul or two, hunting to his heart’s galore – all in an effort to prove himself to his pack and to his mother. Today, he had coaxed his friend out from Insomnia’s borders, sure that he could protect the younger boy should he need to. With fur as fiery as the setting sun and golden eyes filled with the spark of adventure, Redrum led his companion out to the swamps for a little spar.

Bounding through the undergrowth, his paws were quick and sure-footed, glancing back to ensure Cadaver was following him every few feet.

"K-D!" He called out, his voice was too disjointed to call his friends full name – too many syllables, you know – so he chose to bark out a nickname instead. “Sp.ar! Red has, gotten- better!” The boy spun on his heels, dropping his weight low and preparing to make a rather playful attack towards the younger boy. Perhaps he was too excited.