What's That Shadowy Place?

As the young brute heard his mother's call echoing through the plain, a surge of anticipation coursed through his veins. He knew her summons meant something important awaited him, and he was eager to know whatever it was. With a swift motion, he darted through the underbrush, his senses guiding him toward her location.

The air crackled with excitement as Redrum approached his mother, her grin wide and infectious. He could feel her determination, paired with her usual enthusiasm. He followed, coming up on her side and brushing their pelts together in an affectionate manner.

“Mother.” He’d finally speak, voice deeper than it had been before his first birthday. His jaw clicked as he spoke, but his gaze was a fierce, confident gold even still.