Soup's On! [Redrum]

Redrum didn’t know who this ‘Wendi’ was, but he assumed it was a friend of Marrow’s and left it at that. He nodded as she spoke, keeping his golden gaze fixed intently on her as she dissected the carcass.

As she brought the stomach over to the fire beside him, Redrum's gaze softened as he listened to her speak of her recent endeavors. “Redrum can– tell.” He remarked, a note of admiration in his voice as he continued. “Marrow certainly– has become quite- skilled at it.” His gaze steady and fixated while Marrow began to thread her wooden spears through the stomach chamber.

But she had asked another question, and it took him a moment to come up with a response. Life in Insomnia and having a Queen for a mother. Redrum's expression turned thoughtful, his mind drifting back to the chaotic pack that he called home. “Life in Insomnia– is...interesting, and– fun.” He said with a grin, akin to his mother’s feral one. “Being– mother’s– son is good, but — challenging. Medusa is mighty. Redrum must– prove he is—- too. To make mother proud.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “Redrum– won his fights— in his first- raid.” He explained, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. But there was a hint of anxiety in his words, like he wasn’t sure if it was worth talking about.