Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Redrum's heart pounded as he felt the pig's struggles weaken under his grip. With Ripper joining in the attack, they had the upper hand, their combined efforts quickly overpowering their prey. The cavern echoed, the pig's squeals bouncing off the walls around them.

Finally it lay motionless beneath them, Redrum released his hold, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He watched as Ripper celebrated their victory, a grin spreading across his own muzzle in response to his brother's joy.

“Yeah, Rip! We- did– it!” Redrum exclaimed, his voice carrying in the cavern’s echoes as he joined in Ripper's happy circles. The thrill of the hunt, the taste of victory – it was a rush unlike any other.  But just as their celebration reached its peak, a low rumble echoed through the cavern, sending a chill down Redrum's spine. His ears pricked up, senses on high alert as he strained to pinpoint the source of the sound.

“Not – good. Ripper. Bad thing. Bad thing!” Redrum whispered in an urgent tone, his tone laced with concern as the realization dawned upon him. The hunt was far from over. The boy beckoned his brother to join him at his side, just as near glowing yellow eyes flashed ahead of them, a snarl creeping out from between barely visible ivory fangs. The tiger stalked forward, threatening them for the kill they had just made.