With his mismatched eyes full of excitement, Cadaver sprinted after Redrum. The humid air stuck to his fur as he followed his companion into the murky depths of the swamp, inhaling the smell of marsh grass and wet soil. Despite the difficult terrain, Cadaver's lanky body pressed through the obstacles, displaying fluid and accurate movements- well, as much as he could manage with his uncoordinated limbs.
As Redrum called out to him with his shortened nickname, Cadaver grinned, his excitement matching that of his fiery friend with a rather intense reciprocation. He watched as Redrum crouched low, preparing for their playful spar, and he immediately mirrored the stance, his hackles rising to along his topline- his muscles coiled like springs ready to be unleashed. “I’ll be the judge of that!” Cadaver answered with an over zealous air of confidence. With a playful gleam in his mismatched eyes, Cadaver launched himself forward, trying to one-up Redrum's energy with his own. He dodged the best he could, his reflexes delayed with the mushy ground- weaving through the tangled roots and thick foliage. As Redrum made his move, Cadaver countered with a well-timed leap, aiming to tackle his friend playfully to the ground.
Their light-hearted and competitive growls echoed through the swamp, mingling with the rustling of the marsh grasses and the soft gurgle of nearby waterways. In this moment, amidst the murky depths of the swamp, Cadaver felt alive, exhilarated by the thrill of the spar and the camaraderie of his packmate.
