THE ELEVENTH HOUR [ ✧ ] LOST/JOINING

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Eddie .. didn't like heights. This was an understatement -- the bone-chilling terror whenever he was on the walls, knowing that he could fall. This was, of course, rather inconvenient for a raccoon, and was also something Venom frequently ribbed him about. His species was practically born for climbing, and Eddie steadfast refused to. This could be traced back to his younger days, of course. In a similar place as Perseus, even, except nobody had come to collect him from the trees. So, it hadn't ended well anytime.
.. Seeing somebody else stuck in a tree was, though, a rather jarring experience. It was a kid. A winged kid. They couldn't get down themselves? Maybe they couldn't. Eddie could relate. Maybe a little too well, judging by how his heart was thudding as he stares up at the tiger cub. WE COULD GO GET IT, Venom suggests. Eddie doesn't reply, just staring up at the tree somewhat blankly.
In the end, a decision doesn't have to be made, as Jailbird launches himself into the tree. This is a very good thing, in Eddie's opinion. He doesn't have to let Venom take over(eddie was much too small to fetch a tiger cub himself), and the cub was down. The ragged-looking raccon skirts around the smilodon to peer at the cub.
".. You aren't hurt, are you?" Eddie asks. He imagines the kid fell onto the branch, since climbing that high would be .. a little too much for a kid to manage. They must've fallen. Like the smilodon there did. And that wasn't exactly the safest activity. "And where are your parents?" The raccoon's nose scrunches. He couldn't fathom the idea of this kid just .. on his own. Except that he kind of could, which sucked. So he'd ask, just to be sure that the kid wasn't .. abandoned, or something. .. Hopefully they weren't.