yautja · predator franchise · abandoned · infant · vulnerable · alien · cute · meowing · grey skin · lonely
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight barely piercing the dense canopy. A faint, pitiful mewing rises from a thicket of ferns, so soft it could be mistaken for wind. You push aside the branches and find a basket woven from dark vines, lined with leaves. Inside, a tiny creature with grey skin and black stripes shivers, his cream belly rising and falling with each mew. His eyes, large and liquid, lock onto yours. A scrap of bark reads "Nightfall." The baby reaches a trembling claw toward you—will you take his hand?