cover your charming, long ears

Redrum padded silently through the willows, intent on making his way through in search of prey until his nares caught the scent of something unfamiliar – stealing his attention away. It wasn’t entirely foreign a fragrance, suggesting one that he’d smelled mingled on another wolf’s fur before. Intrigued, Redrum followed the scent until he came upon a clearing where a girl sat beneath the willow trees. Not the best hiding place ever, he would know.

Redrum watched from the shadows, curious about the girl and the strange ritual she was performing. He listened as her voice filled the air, her words painting vivid images he could scarcely understand. Brows furrowed, the boy crept closer, eventually coming out into the open as he cautiously prowled up behind her. She seemed to be speaking in tongues? No, she had parchment at hand. Reading? Despite himself, Redrum found his curiosity piqued as she stumbled over her words, seeming to be unsettled? He didn’t know what all the words she was using meant in tandem with the others.

Instead of letting her go on when he was already as lost as a mole above ground during the daytime, he leaned over her shoulder and spoke. “Why– shouldn’t they— be close?” His tone was soft, trying not to scare the girl. His golden eyes bore into her searching for answers to the questions that lingered in his mind. Why was a butt tempting? That’s where poop came from.