The Red Means I Love You

The moon hangs low in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the familiar landscape of the Dancefloor. His senses are attuned to his surroundings, but his thoughts are consumed by a single purpose: finding Elara. So he prowls through the tall grasses, wondering if she is hidden amongst the rustling blade — just out of sight.

The festival is in full swing, its lively energy permeating the air with laughter and distant ruckus. But he doesn’t care much for the action, he just wishes to find his friend. She had ventured into the territory to join in the festivities on invitation, and he was eager to have her back here without the worry of being grounded again. But as the night wore on, he hadn’t honed in on her scent quite yet. There were so many unfamiliar scents here now, in one place. It was difficult to get a lock on her. Damn.

But then suddenly, a faint scent catches his attention — that familiar fragrance mingled with the heady scents of the festival. It's faint, almost imperceptible among the myriad of smells that fill the night air, but to Redrum, it's like a beacon guiding him onward.

Heart pounding with anticipation and excitement, Redrum breaks into a run, his muscles coiled with tension as he races towards the source of the trail. And there, bathed in the soft moonlight, he finds her — Elara, standing in a clearing hidden in the grasses. Relief floods through Redrum as he approaches, his voice a mixture of joy and concern. “Elara!” The young brute calls out, his words tinged with relieved affection. “Redrum was- looking for you!” He growls boyishly, delight bubbling over his choppy words.