When Worm came upon the scene with Delilah and the gators, he was... well, horrified. Not because of what Delilah was doing, but because he was petrified that if pastel pink feline leaned forward just a little bit more, she would become easily snapped up by the gators that were eagerly climbing over each other for her snacks. He liked to believe that Delilah knew what she was doing, but he still couldn't help the deep sense of anxiety that ran through him as he approached slowly, eying the gators nervously. Not only did he not want Delilah to get eaten up by the reptilian beasts, but he certainly didn't want to get eaten either, so he kept a bit of a distance as he sat a bit to the side of and back of Delilah. He barked softly as he watched the gators, a small frown pulling at his muzzle as he anxiously scratched at the muddy ground beneath him, feeling like there was millions of butterflies in his chest scrambling to fly out, "Er, Delilah...? You're feeding the gators? You... you know how dangerous this is, right? I really don't want you getting pulled down and devoured by a bunch of angry and hungry gators..." One of the gators turned it's gaze to look at him a bit sharply before turning back towards Del, and he felt a soft grunt of anxiety leave him.

Deep down he knew that he could probably take on several of the gators at one, both with his flame elementals and his new strong hellhound form, but that didn't mean he particularly wanted to. Sure, a few of his clanmates even took gators down as prey to eat them, such as when Roy had done that very thing, but Wormwood had no desire himself to do that, and he also remembered the several times where others had been attacked by gators and ended up very wounded. He wasn't sure how much he particularly wanted Delilah to be encouraging the gators to stick around, considering how violent the feral beasts could be sometimes towards the Tanglewood members, but he supposed he didn't really have much of a leg to stand on there, given his various relationships with mostly feral members of both Tanglewood and other groups. After all, he was close friends with Ament and was the now father to Roy, who, while he wasn't entirely feral, still wasn't entirely as lucid as everybody else. He was getting better, but there was still a bit of a line there. A soft sigh left the hellhound as he watched Delilah and her feeding, feeling pretty nervous still as he looked at the fish she was telepathically shoving at the gators.

When Delilah provided no really good reason for why she fed the alligators besides just wanting to, Wormwood just sighed and moved a little bit behind the former medic, eying the gators nervously. He couldn't believe the enthusiasm that Crowley was showing just from tossing fish clumsily at the ravenous beasts, half just because he had never seen Crowley be enthusiastic before in his life, and half because he couldn't really believe somebody was so happy just to be tossing aquatic creatures at other, more scary aquatic creatures. Still, he wasn't going to question the demon's life choices, since god knows that Wormwood had made some poor life choices in the past as well. He almost just wanted to say nothing and just go on with his day, without engaging any further with the crazy activity happening in front of front of him, but Delilah was his friend, and he stuck around just to watch. After a long moment of keeping careful watch over Delilah's floating fish, he barked softly, "So... you're feeding them just so that they don't eat you first? You know that you can just ask one of the larger members of Tanglewood to drive them off away from you, right? You don't need to put all this effort in, really..."

Wormwood watched with a vaguely impressed expression as Delilah shoved the gators back with her powers, and he watched as the scaley creatures turned around and shuffled off as a group, grunting and snapping at each other. He didn't see why the gators made very good company, considering these were far from being like Reedy, whom Worm had heard was a sentient gator, of a sort. He might've made good company – or at least Wormwood assumed he might've – but it seemed as though Delilah preferred the company of the irritated feral beasts current walking away. Still, he did have to admit that Delilah had a point when she pointed out that having the gators on their side was better than having them be hostile. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure how much feeding the gators would actually make them not just randomly attack members, but he wanted to trust that Delilah was doing something that could actually help on that front. When Delilah offered them some fish, the male hesitated and just looked down at the fish for a moment, wondering if he actually wanted some fish. He probably would've appreciated it more in his lion body, but he could try it now as well, even with the adjusted tastebuds. Picking up one of the fish in his jaws, he grunted around the food muffling his voice, "I'll take one, I suppose. I doubt Flint and Ren want all of this, and I don't want it to go to waste... I should probably get back to town. Maybe I'll share with Roy... thanks, Del." He gave a dip of his head to the blind feline before straightening himself out, flicking his tail at the others present as he trotted off towards town, glad that this hadn't ended with the pink former medic being snatched and ripped up by the gators she was feeding.

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