What Have We Here?

Redrum moved gracefully through the forest, his musculature twitching slightly as he followed his mother's footsteps. The journey northward had been long, but he relished every moment of it, eager to learn and absorb all he could from her.

As they neared the borders of the new pack's territory, Redrum's ears flicked back and forth, catching every sound. It wasn’t like he would know what packs were new or old, so instead he listened to his mother’s words as they went. He steadied his breathing, instincts sharpening as they moved closer. The scent of many wolves filled the air, telling of the pack's size. The caw of ravens overhead caught his attention for a moment, but he assumed they were just a natural part of the north. There was another scent that intrigued him, the smell of decay; perhaps the reason so many beady eyes watched them from the canopy. Golden eyes flashed as he bore witness to the carcasses and effigies marking the border of this pack, a grin curling the edges of his maw as he peeked over to his mother.

Medusa stopped at the border, her sharp eyes scanning the territory with an appraising look. Then his mother tilted her head back and let out a call, her voice echoing through the trees. Redrum watched her, noting the confidence and authority in her stance. He mirrored that from her, tall ears perking atop his skull as he stood just a pace behind her and to her side.

This was a chance to see how another pack operated, to understand their strengths and weaknesses, and to learn how his mother handled, what was it… politics?


"Redrum Xanthos Mortem"