What's Another Wayside Waif?

Cadaver strode confidently to the edge of the vast marshland, the mist swirling around them like a mystical cloak. The air was filled with the sounds of nature, as various creatures roamed and sang their songs. Through the thick reeds and willows that lined the water's edge, glimpses of colorful life could be seen. Herons stood tall and regal, stalking their prey in the shallow waters, while ducks glided gracefully through small ponds scattered throughout the marsh. The croaking chorus of frogs added a touch of whimsy to the cool atmosphere, rising from the murky depths. It was a serene and generally interesting place, alive with a diverse array of creatures.

The pup slinked through the murky maze of marshlands, his senses sharp and alert to any sign of danger. Despite his awkward gait, he moved with semi-coordinated grace, his developing muscles rippling under his coarse fur as he navigated the tangled paths and hidden nooks of the marsh. He had purposefully ventured into this uncharted territory in search of his companion, Redrum. Following the distinct trail of his friend's scent, Cadaver couldn't help but marvel at the wetland intricacies of his surroundings. The thick mist draped the landscape in a mystical haze, while the soft rustle of reeds added a melodic undertone to the already enigmatic atmosphere of the marsh.

But as Redrum's trail led him deeper into the marsh, Cadaver's keen instincts warned him of danger lurking ahead. The scent of unfamiliar wolves lingered on the breeze, marking the boundary of another pack's territory. Cadaver paused, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he considered his options.

"Cadaver Nightwing"