Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

Redrum's gaze swept over the shadows, watching as the wolves began to filter in one by one, their forms weaving through the darkening forest like wraiths. First came Enyo, her muscular silhouette slipping forward like a ghost through the willows. Her eyes meeting his across the clearing, a brief recognition passing between them. Redrum's ears flicked subtly, the only sign of acknowledgment he offered her at the moment, but the intensity of his gaze conveyed more — she was seen. Then, with a quick rumble in his throat, he turned his attention back to the hunt.

Others followed in swift succession. The woman known as Identification. He offered a flick of his ear in her direction, noting her presence with a sharp, approving glance. But it was the sight of Ripper and his brothers that made his lips curl into a smirk, a flash of teeth in the dim light. Battery and Grim, the newest to be reclaimed to the pack’s fold, had taken to the hunt with fervor. They moved as if they’d never left — as if they’d never been separated at all.

Redrum’s smirk widened as they slunk closer. Already aware of their roles. His brothers surged into action, darting out to the herd’s edge, their snarls shattering the night’s stillness. Panic rippled through the herd like a wave, the bison’s hooves pounding the earth as they scrambled to retreat. The towering bull hesitated, turning to shield his harem as the wolves pressed in, trying to force a wedge between them.

“Bleed it. Overwhelm it.” Redrum breathed, his voice low and dangerous, meant only for the wolves closest to him, the ones who hadn't had the role of distraction as he barreled in. He released a bestial roar, darting in to bite at the bison’s flank; prepared to begin the process of bleeding it out.

Redrum’s eyes gleamed, his smirk returning as the bull, now isolated and exposed, bellowed a furious challenge as the assault. This was their moment. There was no need for words. They knew what to do.

"Murder"