The smartest fool, the dumbest sage, are singing in the back

Redrum's senses pricked with caution as he noticed a figure amidst the frost-covered ground, a stranger to him within these northern woods. The older girl, her form adorned with horns, moved with purpose among the pine needles and cones. It seemed as though she was collecting leaf litter, but he did not know why.

He had been prowling for a hunt, before he heard the faint rustling of her in the underbrush. Curious enough, he veered away from his trail in favor of observing the stranger from cover. She was no one he had ever encountered before.

Edging closer with a mixture of wariness and curiosity, the boy observed her actions for a few moments only. He had not been raised to be shy nor shifty, and quickly tired of merely watching her. So he straightened up his posture, ears standing tall atop his crimson skull and he announced himself with a crack of a small branch below his foot. He did not speak, instead he watched her closely, searching for any sign of threat or ill intent as he pressed forward into her field of view.