Jaxon wiggled into the cave, smiling brightly. He was moving carefully, holding something tiny in his arms.
“Gabriel… I has something to show you.” Almost shyly, he wiggled closer.
“Jax! Oh, petit, it’s been so long I was wondering what ‘ad become of you… oh? What ‘ave you got zhere?”
He comes closer, peering at what the Tentasniper is holding curlously.
“It was cold. I did not like to go outside.” He frowned and curled up a bit, but smiled widely at the question. Shifting a bit, he revealed a teeny little baby tenta, red and blue and just the smallest thing ever.
“I found her egg outside. It was cold and she was cold and didn’t grow much. The nice lady doctor said she is okay, though. Just tiny and she won’t talk yet.”
The little tenta peered up at the much bigger one with wide, bright blue eyes, shrinking back a little.
“She is cute and little and…” Jaxon smiled fondly down at the teeny thing. “…. And I have a family now. Harvest is nice to splices like us. The nice lady doctor knows lots about us and she gave me a respawn thingy…” He peered up at Krake, tilting his head. “… Why do you not come visit some? There are all kinds of hybrids, and ponds and rivers and pumpkins and all sorts of neat things.”