The Bracken Woods Night of the Red Moon

Posting from my phone,  all of the forgive me,  please.

 



The onyx pelt took to the returned courtesy of the comrade who graced his ear with words that held intent meaning.  Spanning through the night hours,  heated breath crossed the threshold of Anubis' hearing scale.  He took the moment as it should have been, giving a respectful nod of appreciation to the one now known as Redmoon. It was defining what the two lupines shared within this moment,  a companionship that was forged in crimson that both did and did not belong to them. Brotherly almost was ritual,  the revealing of a title from one to another.  The trading of names was no light thing, as names held importance in what made you who you were.  If a name was unsuited for you,  then it was your destiny to make one for yourself.  Redmoon was a daunting name,  something which mystery was heralded with.  This brute was worthy,  deemed Anubis.  Quite worthy,  as the lunar phase above them was ripe with it's own majesty,  only giving glory to the wolf who aided him.  

Properly addressing his newfound Brother,  the Egyptian responded appropriately to the red wolf.  With accented bass,  he spoke. 

"It is an honor,  Redmoon. I am Anubis. "

It was then he turned ravenous golds to the underbelly of the deer,  narrow snout revealing stained ivories which tore into the vulnerable stomach.  Out spilled intestines,  organs of all delicacies before the two. With full satisfaction,  he dined on the nutrient rich liver,  chewing the lungs and consumed the heart as he made his way up the carcass.  

After he ate his fill,  the Prince of Sekket sat back,  full and prepared for proper conversation once his temporary grooming was well handled.  

" What solace do you seek, Redmoon? Do you have plans in this strange land ?"