Saturday

Redrum crouched low to the ground, his red fur blending with the underbrush as he surveyed his surroundings with sharp interest. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief as he spotted a snare nestled among the foliage, its cruel ropes and pulleys poised to ensnare any unsuspecting prey that dared to venture too close.

With a mischievous grin, Redrum approached the snare, his curiosity piqued by the challenge it presented. He knew that meddling with such traps was risky, but the thrill of outsmarting them outweighed any sense of caution.

Carefully, Redrum circled the snare, studying its mechanisms with a mixture of fascination and determination.