What's Another Wayside Waif?

A deep sigh escaped Cadaver's lips as he watched Chimera gracefully settle onto a mound of fresh, green grass. The tension that had been weighing heavily on his shoulders seemed to loosen, if only for a fleeting moment, upon hearing the news that Redrum was their guest. But the mention of his pack gave him pause; how did this wolf know so much about them? His mismatched gaze studied Chimera intensely, eyes gleaming with a mixture of admiration and wariness. "Insomnia… Yes, that's my pack," Cadaver admitted, his chest puffing out a bit in pride. His pack was his family, after all. "As for my name… it's Cadaver. But everyone calls me KD." He inclined his head respectfully towards Chimera, acknowledging the brute's authority in this territory. He decided to keep his further questions to himself for now, choosing to play it safe.

"Cadaver Nightwing"