Bit by Bit

"Thank– you, Coran," Redrum responded with genuine gratitude, his eyes reflecting appreciation for the offer of sharing the spoils of Coran's hunt. Despite the interruption to his own fishing endeavors, Redrum found himself touched by the gesture. He wasn’t actually used to being called a prince, though he had been once since birth.

With a nod of acknowledgment, he watched as Coran deftly continued his task, the rhythm of his movements steady and practiced. Redrum did admire the experience of the older male, and the light hearted interaction.

As Coran flipped the deer over and skillfully removed the hide, Redrum remained silent, allowing the hunter to focus on his work. Redrum decided then to abandon his fishing in favor of drawing closer to the marbled man, tall ears perking in curiosity.