Depollute me, pretty baby

Redrum moved like a shadow cast over the grassy expanse, his muscles twitching faintly with each step, betraying his usual restlessness. His golden eyes swept across the landscape, scanning the greenery for any danger, though it brought him little peace. Beauty was not his concern; he hunted the scent of something familiar, something... grounding. Prey. A predator to hunt down and slaughter.

His ears twitched as he caught the faint sound of a sigh—a soft, melodic sound carried on the breeze. His movements stilled, and his body crouched low, coiling like a snake ready to strike. Curiosity, more than anything, drove him forward. The Valley was filled with rolling hills and rocky outcrops, this was no different.

When he traversed the next hill, his gaze fell upon a figure sitting amidst the green—a she-wolf around the same age as he, with a radiant golden light touching her brown coat. She sat with her eyes closed, bathed in warmth. Was she a lizard? Was she sleeping? Dreaming? In the sun? Redrum halted, his ears flattening briefly as he debated whether to approach or retreat. But she did earn a tilt of his skull, brows furrowing as he contemplated such serenity.

She seemed so content at that moment. He found himself pacing in a semi-circle, his body language tense as he weighed his options.
Finally, he let out a low chuff, a noise that broke the stillness. He lingered a distance away, his head low but his eyes locked on her, studying every nuance of her reaction. His voice, halting and rough, followed shortly after.

“Hello. Day-dreamer.” His words hung awkwardly, carried more by curiosity than concern, though his golden eyes betrayed an intensity he couldn’t quite suppress.

"Murder"