Lion Head Mesa پنهان snake in the grass

the hebsut's voice down the halls, an infant's squeal, and he knew where to find them.

"a neb, noble jewel!" he called into the dark as his teacup paws carried him to where they had spoken from.

the aroma of milk, and the specific scent he'd come to know as that of newborns, made him giddy.

he could barely make out the hebsut in the dark, but their shape was unmistakable. there were small sounds low to the ground, and gucci stilled.

suddenly feeling unsure.

"ah, ah hope ah ain't disturbin' ya." he spoke in a low voice, accompanied by a short, awkward laugh. "ah jus' seen ya comin' down 'ere, n thought-" a babe made a sound. his ears swiveled.

"...ah jus' wished t' see 'em." in a whisper as he stared into the spot they occupied.