x marks the spot

The red boy watched as the bear utterly mutilated a coyote, her strength taking the smirk right off the damn thing’s face. He wasn’t squeamish, nor was he particularly more sadistic than his family – but he did laugh. He padded up slowly as she(?) took care of the last coyote and sent it packing, stopping a little ways away as he determined the bear’s temperament with the lack of smaller creatures to throw around.

Redrum's ears perked at the sound of her voice, relief flooding through him as she seemed much more sociable than the other bears he’s run into in his short life. Despite the chaos of the moment, he felt a sense of gratitude towards the massive she-bear who had come to his aid. At least this wasn’t as mind-boggling as when a cat saved him from another cat. “Redrum is– fine. Thanks- uh, friend– bear?” He replied, his voice still tinged with adrenaline as he approached her further, asking for her name through his choppy words as he offered a respectful dip of his head.

He couldn't help but glance at the blood trail from the coyote she had injured with such force, a mixture of awe and morbid curiosity swirling within him. He was wondering how long it was gonna live for, you know, without the jaw. “Impressive. Strong.” He admitted, his gaze flickering between the bear and the trail.