Shadewood Here we go again

Cry was tendin to the egg, placing the multitude of rabbit furs he had gathered from Gwen's dutiful hunting. While he had kept it in @Kukutux 's dwelling, he still hadn't worked up the capability to speak to the platinum blonde over the looming issue, and soon the mess would fluster to a boil. A man to keep his calm, the ebony Guardian kept diligent to ensuring the egg was kept warm. Soon, he expected to bring it from Kukutux's den eventually, but he had trusted her with it, and would continue to do so until the gritty sand grew too close to the wound. 

Yet he came from the tidy and snug den, and found a scent waft through the thick girths of the sleeping giant jungle trees. It was extreme, a misadventure that many grown men knew to either follow or stay far from. It led to either richness, or horror, should it be abidded by, tasted, and relieved. And Cry knew almost instinctively it was not belonging to Gwen. So he followed, but not with intent to relieve to afflicted woman of her perfume, but to instead see who it would be.