It's what you know

Redrum's gaze sharpened as Enyo’s question hung in the air, his golden eyes narrowing to slits, catching the weight of her challenge. The tension between them thickened—like blood. His lips curled slightly, revealing a fleeting glimpse of fangs, as though the question itself had bitten into something deeper and more primal within him. He listened to her laugh, her velvet voice laced with mockery, and his tall ears pinned sharply forward, alert.

"Mock? No… probably–not." His voice rasped unevenly, halting, each word forced past the familiar tension coiled in his throat. Yet beneath that roughness, there was something darker, something almost... playful. He was rumbling out his words like a dare. His body remained taut but not aggressive, coiled in a way that suggested readiness, not hostility. His nostrils flared, drawing in her scent, mingled with the bitter herbs she seemed to despise, while his claws flexed into the earth like a predator holding itself back, as always. He’d always had such a hard time making others comfortable in his presence.

“Enyo,” he continued, the pause stretching thick between syllables, “isn’t—” another hitch in his words, "the type for... mundane things, is she?" At least as far as he had been able to observe. His words lingered, almost taunting in their broken rhythm, as though he was savoring every second of her attention. His muscles rippled beneath his fur, betraying the restless energy simmering beneath the surface, as if each word threatened to spill over into something more—aggressive, challenging, daring her to respond.

"Enyo... prefers blood," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, as though testing the truth of the words. He stepped closer, deliberate, his head raising just enough to meet her eyes from beneath furrowed brows. His gaze flickered briefly to the herbs before returning to hers, locking on with a focus that bordered on untamed. "A fight. Not with plants."

“Will Enyo– fight Redrum?” His voice, devoid of hostility, was still the heavy weight of what remained unsaid, what could only be sought through blood and fangs and teeth.