Soup's On! [Redrum]

Redrum's ears perked up at Marrow's words, a warmth spreading through him at her genuine praise. It was a rare thing to receive such compliments, especially from someone outside of his pack. She was an odd presence in his life, and he didn’t know how to categorize her. They were friends? Or sometimes-hunting-partners? It didn't feel quite like either alone. “Redrum thanks – Marrow.” Redrum replied, a hint of bashfulness coloring his tone. “Raiding is- thrilling. Like – a - hunt. A– challenge. Lots at once?” He paused, his gaze drifting to the flickering flames of the fire as memories of his first raid flooded his mind. He’d won against the huge horse, and the Alpha after she’d defeated his mother. That was a big source of pride for him.

“Redrum likes– overcoming challenges. They make-- him- stronger.” He added, a touch of solemnity creeping into his tone. Though he needed to get a handle on his aggressive instincts, he flew off the handle a bit too quickly during that practice raid… He glanced back at Marrow, a flicker of curiosity in his golden gaze. “Does Marrow– understand?” She would, right? He thought she would.