Circle in the sand ✧ Open, EGG

[number nine.]

An egg. Number Nine thought that, perhaps, he could faintly remember a time where an egg had been found in his old home. After all, eggs as a whole weren't all that hard to come by, since a lot of different animals gave birth through eggs. However, instances of an egg being so large and so unique were few and far between, so Nine found himself struggling to recall the last time he had seen one. Either way, the winged jaguar found himself drawn over by Rhine's frantic call, arriving in time to see the leader awkwardly trying to warm the egg with his tail. A faint snort left Nine as he came to a landing nearby, shaking his head from side to side, "I think any egg that'll end up hatching is gonna need a little more warmth than that, no offense." Unfortunately, he couldn't really say anything for certain about this egg in particular. After all, eggs usually thrived in warmth, but eggs also usually weren't half a foot tall, so who said this thing wasn't right at home in the cold?

Either way, Number Nine had actually arrived to help Rhine out, so he found himself hopping up, wings spreading as he flew over to the egg. He reached two large paws out, heaving the egg up with a grunt of displeasure, "This thing is... heavier than I expected..." He then glanced off in the direction of the camp, wondering if there was anyone else who would arrive to help. He certainly wouldn't mind a bit of support from beneath the egg.

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