Exploring

Redrum's muscles twitched slightly as he processed Wylan's words, his predatory gaze softening just a touch. His long ears flicked back and forth, catching the sounds of the forest around them as he still kept alert. Probably not because of Wylan, but because the red teen was a paranoid young brute. A predator knew predators, and he would not drop his guard.

“Insomnia, yes.” Redrum replied haltingly, his speech uneven as usual. His head tilted in that almost unnatural manner again, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Wylan. “Redrum’s mother— is Queen. Redrum heir.”

As Wylan introduced himself and pointed with a wing, Redrum's curiosity deepened. His tail flicked behind him, betraying his interest. “Wylan Fatalis,” He repeated, testing the name on his tongue. “Armada— big pack, yes?”

His posture remained tense, but there was a genuine curiosity in his eyes. Redrum was trying to understand this new wolf, this Wylan from the Armada. “Is Wylan— Exploring too?” He asked, his voice curious, still unsure of the stranger's intentions and demeanor but intrigued nonetheless.