GLORY AND GORE / abandoned cub

sickening crunches escaped his ribcage as this evenings snack was still being chewed on - quite literally - by the apex of predators.

Of course in his wanderings, he did not expect to happen upon a child passed out,

At any other day this would be lunch - but he had (and still was) eating lunch and no doubt he’d be fairly ousted if he were to eat a child within sight of the Pitt.

Hm, shame.

Casting a sightless yet somehow seeing gaze at the cub the great shambling corpse of corpses pondered, chewing on his thoughts - quite literally - before finally deciding.

It would do to take the child to the healer here, hm,

Let that be its one amusing change of pace into a foray on anything like decency to the delicate sensibilities that lived here, silent chuffed at the thought, dual mouths chittering before the great behemoth in all its twisted misshapen glory lowered itself forward and attempted to scoop the child into its secondary set of arms, cradling it near enough to its still munching insides before it levered itself upright on all fours alone for once.

If it had the child secure, it would begin a slow pace back to the Pitt and its medical officer,

Of course he was rather unbothered and needless to the drips of blood and viscera falling from that tooth lined chest onto his cradled arms and the cub,

[OOC: >3 ]