If the child was woven of gold and Argus was cast in marble, then Papercutter was chiseled from obsidian. The dark fur coating his frame was streaked with white and gray along his back and flanks, and a curved flaw split his right eye down the middle. A cold sapphire rested in one eye socket, and warm amber filled the other. He may not have been the strongest in this region, but he stood tall and resolute- as anyone would after emerging from the heat and pressure of the desert.
The jackal saw the newborn wriggling in the sand before he heard its cries, and cautiously approached them. Strangers appeared on the beaches all the time, but how a helpless child had found themselves there was the real question- had it been washed up by the shore, or set down by a beast of the air? Perhaps it was an illusion, although the purpose of casting a child's image in the middle of nowhere was unclear.
Upon Argus' approach and subsequent speech, Paper nodded to himself. It would seem he wasn't the only one observing the newborn's presence, so he could assume he wasn't simply hallucinating. "Roma," he murmured, testing how the name sounded when he spoke it aloud. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot the note with the words written on it, so he turned his head to examine it. Roma amor.
"It suits him," Paper added more loudly, though not so loud as to startle the child. "I would assume he's not old enough to eat solids... would coconut milk suffice?" While he had aided in the care of some of his younger siblings, his mother had always been present to feed them- finding milk substitutes had never been a matter of concern.