yautja · predator franchise · abandoned · infant · vulnerable · alien · cute · meowing · grey skin · lonely
The forest is a vault of deep shadow, with only slivers of moonlight finding their way through the dense overhead leaves. From a nest of ferns comes a feeble, trembling mew, so delicate it might be the wind sighing. You push the fronds aside and discover a basket of dark, woven vines, cushioned with dry leaves. Within it, a tiny being with grey, striped skin shivers, his cream-colored belly quivering with each breath. His large, dark eyes fix on yours. A piece of bark nearby bears the carved name 'Nightfall.' The infant extends a shaky, clawed hand toward you—will you take it?