The pale light of dawn spilled through the forest canopy, casting long shadows across the dew-dampened ground. Redrum stood in a small clearing, the forest around him alive with the soft stirrings of the early morning. His muscles twitched involuntarily, a constant reminder of his condition, but his golden eyes were focused, scanning his surroundings with predatory precision.

He had let loose a call. A summon to learn.

Today was a lesson, an opportunity for those curious—or perhaps daring—enough to learn the ways of hunting and the delicate art of traps. His ears flicked back as a few rustles signaled approaching wolves, drawn by the prospect of sharpening their skills. He flexed his claws into the earth, feeling the cool dirt under his pads as a faint grin tugged at his lips. Grounding himself in some part of the word, not used to the number of wolves solely focused on him. Slowly, his head lifted, gaze sweeping the underbrush with a calculated stillness. This was not a place for the faint-hearted; it was where the patient would be rewarded and the reckless would be ensnared. He knew what he had to do. What his mother had entrusted to him. "Who among you wishes to know—" his voice came in that characteristic, halting cadence, each word laden with feral intensity, "How to make the forest... work for y-you?" Trying to make use of some words was harder than others. Such as those pesky ‘yous’. He huffed internally.

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Identification was lounging in the early morning hours. Relaxing before the day would start to unfold before her eyes. Eyes watching that of one of the brutes in which she'd come to know as Redrum sooner or later. Hopefully a little sooner, she didn't care to much residing with wolves that she didn't know the names of. She watched him move around, his call causing her ears to twist back.

A yawn and a stretch, her muscles becoming untightened as she allowed a shiver to crawl across her body. Perking her ears forward, his words drifting to her ears. She sat there eyes tracing over his own larger frame. Her tail curled against her haunches. "How does one make the forest work in their favor, that is besides learning the landscape and obstacles around the area."

Fic wasn't stupid that's one thing, but known that one could build traps and hell even snares. She known about those but was there truly other ways?

"Speech!"