I stare, and it stares back. Or at least, I think it does.

The older humans step forward, as if waiting for something to happen. The female in particular looks almost scared. This wasn't normal; she had taken charge of disciplining me when I was accepted into the pack. Seeing her afraid makes me more than uncomfortable.

I began flicking my tongue, the usual serpentine greeting. It still doesn't move.

The humans have been carrying it around for a while now, cooing to it and always keeping it near them. I wonder why? It was not much to look at. Black and white fur covered it's head, while the rest was hidden from sight. Orange cloth was wrapped carefully around it, so it was precious to the humans, but why?

It's eyes faintly noticed me. The realization practically hit me; It was a hatchling! A human hatchling! Why would they let a hatchling in my presence? Don't the humans know that my species eats them?

While I was thinking, the tiny humans' paw broke free of its trappings.

Of course! The humans are scared for the hatchling!

It's hand slowly reached towards me…

But what do they want me to do?

And touched my face. I stood, frozen. The humans held their breath. Knowledge suddenly flowed into my being. I relaxed, and I knew what I had to do. It wanted, needed to be protected. Kept it safe until it can keep itself safe.

I flicked my tongue at the older humans. I might not know whatever they have in store for it, but I'll be there.

Like a good brother would.


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