Redrum, Redrum, Redrum!

Redrum's tall ears had perked up at the sound of his mother's voice, cutting through the air in that particular way it did. His mother, as formidable as she was enigmatic, had both the respect and admiration of Redrum. Both as his mother and his alpha. He was on his feet, a smile on his face as he set off after her. She was delighted, and so he was too.

As he followed her through to the battlefield, Redrum couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within him. He had taken up challengers at the battlefield before, had been challenged himself - but never by his mother thus far. Especially not since he had discovered just how exhilarating it was to fight tooth and claw with another, blood thudding in his ears, but he was a touch concerned about that thing that had happened. Still, it would not sully his mood now.

So as The Wraith turned to face him, her gaze piercing yet affectionate. Redrum met her eyes, a fierce boldness burning in his own golden gaze as he nodded in response to her question. Yes, he was ready. He’d not been practicing for nothing. Ready to face whatever challenge she presented, ready to prove himself worthy of her approval, he gave her the biggest grin he possibly could. “Redrum- is always read-y.” The boy rolled deep crimson shoulders, which had already earned a few scars, as he set his defenses.

Then, he snapped his jaws at her, signaling her to begin.