She was excited. The Wraith had informed the pack briefly that she wished to push for another territory considering how quickly they had suddenly grown with a big ol' puppy boom! If they didn't get another territory and fast, their resources would run out sooner rather than later, and she didn't want the pack to struggle! She led the way to the neighboring willows after Umbra and Seymour had scouted it out a few days before. They had found an old grizzly that had woken up not too long ago from its winter slumber, and instead of moving on, the grizzly had decided to stay and even wander too close to pack lands. Medusa was not happy about it, especially when there were so many curious pups running around now! If they couldn't haze and harass the bear to leave for good, then they'd have to kill it. But if her companions were correct in estimating its age, it was likely best to simply put it down. She paused beneath the hanging willows, calling for the stragglers or anyone else who wanted to join to hurry up and gather so they could get it over and done with! "Medusa"

The piercing howl of Medusa cut through the air, sending a jolt of adrenaline straight to Cadaver's core. Every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation as he eagerly awaited the opportunity to claim a new territory for his pack. With fierce determination, he raced towards the designated meeting spot, his paws pounding against the ground with boundless energy. The hanging willows loomed above, only fueling his excitement and pushing him forward towards his destination.

With his mismatched eyes darting in all directions, Cadaver stalked towards the gathering of pack members, his tail wagging furiously with a mix of curiosity and readiness. The looming presence of the grizzly bear added a dangerous edge to the situation. Even as one of the youngest members of Insomnia, he felt the desire to participate in ridding the pack of this threat in their expansion of the territory.

Upon reaching the gathering, he looked to Medusa, his youthful exuberance evident in his expression. "I'm ready to help however I can," he stated with a serious tone accentuated with a firm nod, his mismatched eyes gleaming with determination. The young pup whole-heartedly believed that he was prepared for the challenges that lay ahead, eager to prove himself in the pack's endeavors.

"Cadaver Nightwing"

It's verbatim and it's shakin'

R̶ E̶ D̶ R̶ U̶ M̶

Redrum charged through the dense tall grasses and underbrush, his vermillion pelt glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the towering trees. The distant howl of Medusa, his mother, had reached his ears, igniting a fire within him. He wanted to prove himself, and Redrum was beginning to grasp the fact that he wasn't one to shy away from a call to action. Swallowing away any doubt, he ensured he only thought of success and nothing else.

Cadaver's presence was unmistakable, the chimeric boy was already here, ready to help. Redrum approached with a spirited energy, his tail matching the enthusiasm of his hurried steps. As he neared, he caught the scent of the grizzly bear. Immediately he knew this was going to be a serious threat, one his mother was right to address. Stopping beside Cadaver, Redrum's alert gaze shifted from the surrounding wilderness to the other boy. "R-ready?" His voice, a mechanical blend of excitement and mustered up courage, hopefully conveyed his commitment to the fight. Locking eyes with Medusa, Redrum's expression mirrored her determination, silently assuring her of his preparedness. "Redrum will n-ot dis-sappoint you, Mo-ther." He declared, fighting for his words to echo his sincerity with clarity, even if they fell from his tongue erratically.

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What good was a blind man in fending off a bear, really? About as good as any of the pups who had volunteered to help Medusa with this task, probably. That was about the only reason his confidence wasn't at a complete low in regards to his abilities. His chance of getting hurt in the process was likely quite high but he was done hiding in the shadows. He'd done that for far too long. The raven that had sudden taken a liking to him lately was increasing his ability to get around, too, alerting him quietly of dangers ahead - slowly he was picking up the bird's cues to him.

His low caw echoed through the trees, alerting Veigar to danger he already knew of. Medusa had alerted them to what was going on and Veigar was quick to join the group, intent on proving his capabilities. He stalked toward the few that had gathered, his movements slow and calculated. When he fought, he did so with reckless abandon - but general movements were much more meticulous, always overcalculated due to his disability. Though he was anxious about his role here, he knew he'd impressed Medusa once before and hoped he could do it again. He cleared his throat as he arrived, coming to a halt a fair distance from the others. "Give me specific instruction and I'll help," he told Medusa, following her scent and tilting his head in her direction, sightless eyes pointed her direction.