play dirty

In the midst of the marshland's expanse, Redrum ventured with determination. His keen senses focused on the scent of an elusive boar, his target for the day's hunt. With each step, the soft ground yielded beneath his paws. He thought to cover his bright pelt with the muck, as a form of camouflage but the thought of being weighed down by mud wouldn’t help his speed in the long run.

Navigating the treacherous terrain, Redrum's focus was unyielding, golden eyes gleaming where pockets of sunshine peeked through the palmettos. Agile and swift, he followed the trail, guided by instinct and the thrill of the chase. But just as he closed in on his quarry, a sudden disturbance shattered the tranquility.

Emerging from the mist like an omen, a massive tiger prowled into Redrum's path. Stripes rippling across its sleek fur, it exudes an aura of power that stops the boy dead in his tracks – its amber eyes fixed on the young wolf with predatory intent. Frozen, Redrum braced himself, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and shock. A cat. Not like the one who had hurt him, no, but a cat. His pelt bristled, muscles tensing as his mind screamed at him to move.