◜ . chapter one ┊ an egg in the territory . ◞

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

It seemed as though Aurum had somewhat been able to alleviate the panic that Crowley was feeling – even if the other would never admit he had been feeling it – and that put the lion at ease somewhat, even if Crowley ended up grumbling afterwards about how they could possibly find the mother. Shrugging his shoulders, the guardsman rumbled softly, "Alright, so there's a chance the mother might not come back at all. But if that's the case, the kid's gonna need a home and people to take care of it, so either way it's a tangler for the time being." That seemed simple enough to the angel. After all, what were they going to do, just possibly ignore a child in need? The mere thought made a frown tug at his muzzle, and he firmly shook his head, rejecting such an idea immediately. There was no way they were just gonna leave the egg unattended here. Thankfully, it seemed like Crowley lightened up a bit afterward, clearly amused by Aurum's comment about him and eggs. The lion snorted before rumbling, his plume of a tail dragging across the ground, "I don't know if you were hatched from an egg, but I'm sure you've at least seen one before." He doubted that Crowley would've done any of the presented options, except perhaps the eating, so he just chuckled at the comment.

It was after this that Melantha spoke again, obviously annoyed by the fact that Crowley hadn't realized she was blind. Chuckling softly, Aurum immediately tried to defuse any hostility by saying with a shake of his head – even if Melantha couldn't actually see such a thing, "Sorry Melantha. I'm sure he just didn't realize you were blind, since it's not really obvious if you're not looking." When Melantha confirmed that she didn't smell any rot either, another relieved breath left the guardsman, and he rumbled at her third comment, a sigh leaving him as he nodded, yet another gesture only he and Crowley could see, "I'm pretty sure you're right. Still, just like I said, if no Mother shows up, then this kid will just be a Tangler. We'll definitely treat it better than the cold hard wilds would, that's for sure. I would say we should gather up some sort of supplies for when it hatches, but... we can't really know what it needs until we know what it is. For now we'll just have to get it back to camp..." He wasn't exactly sure how to do that, since he didn't want to dig his claws into it, and he'd be petrified of it rolling off his back if he placed it between his wings.

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