Twisted

"It's– for battle!" Redrum exclaimed, his voice brimming with pride. At least the claws were impressive. And, oops, he forgot to show Cadaver the helmet. Oh well, there's always next time. "Redrum has– been on the battlefield -many times!  Redrum– leaves scars– on other- wolves— there." Excitement danced in his eyes as he continued, and then suddenly, his expression shifted, a furrow appearing on his brow. "Oh. Something– strange," He added thoughtfully. "When there is– danger, Redrum hears a cat– from far away. Like a- warning." The boy’s tone took an ominous effect, his eyes darting around to see if his phantom cat was around.