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

Redrum observed the stranger's reaction with a mix of curiosity and caution as she acknowledged his presence. Her flicking ear and relaxed demeanor suggested that she wasn't threatened by his sudden appearance, which put him slightly at ease. Also kinda made him pout internally though, was he not a threat? Couldn’t he be? Did he want to be? Why?

As she set aside her pinecones and turned to fully face him, Redrum's crimson fur seemed to catch her attention, prompting her to say something about an Ig? What was an Ig? Her assumption caught him off guard, but he quickly realized that she must have mistaken him for one of this Ig's children due to his vibrant coat.

Suppressing a chuckle at the misunderstanding, Redrum shook his head, his own tail swaying gently behind him. “Redrum– is not- Ig’s? Redrum is– Medusa’s-!” The boy replied, his tone of voice hinting at amusement – like she was silly for thinking otherwise. He tilted his head slightly, studying her features as she spoke in question of his origins. “Redrum is– from Insomnia.” The vermillion boy stated matter-of-factly, golden eyes gleaming with certainty.