Alex was stumped. A small mewling ball of fur had somehow made it into his favorite hiding-spot-slash-napping-nook (a low sheltered crevasse in the weyrbowl, roomy but not quite large enough for dragons, with enough of an overhang to keep it pleasantly shady during the day) and proceeded to paw at his face insistently. It was loud. It was a rather startling shade of ginger. It did not smell tasty. Even if it did smell tasty, it was hardly more than a mouthful for the fully-grown hybrid, and he could tell at a glance it would be more fur and bones than edible meat.
It seemed to be a smaller version of the miniature felines that some humans kept as pets... although why wild adult felines were undesirable but miniature neotenized ones were, Alex had no idea. Nonetheless, its purring was... kind of pleasant. Like a tinier version of the deep bass rumble that hybrids could use to express pleasure.
Well, it couldn't stay with him. And somehow he doubted Salvador would look kindly on a cat in the lab. So with tremendous care, he picked the kitten up by the scruff, where it dangled calmly from jaws large enough to bite it in half. Then he padded over towards the wherhandler quarters.
He couldn't go in, of course. The wherhandler quarters were off-limits. But if anyone was going to know what to do with an infant anything, it would likely be the wher who had taken on 'Mama' as a nickname. Alex was quite sure there were no holes in his logic. Hello? Can I talk to you? I brought a peace offering, he called mentally. It was just after dark, so most of the wherhandlers should be awake but still inside their quarters, not yet beginning their nightly rounds.
Thing is talking to Zalmask.
The word startled Z out of his zoned out space, having captured Rainbow to -finally- give the damn thing a bath. The infant firelizard whined and squirmed, snapping at his fingers and generally acting as badly behaved as he could. So when Zalmask spoke to him, Z paused. Rainbow took advantage of this to bite Z and Between to safety.
Old hybrid. He has thing for. Zalmask go see. Zalmask's come, Zalmask's very stupid and might eat something not Zalmask's proof. The gold snorted, before reaching out to Alex. Peace? Zalmask come see. Her voice was irritated and grumpy, showing that she'd rather bite Alex then talk to him.
But he had a gift, and Zalmask loved gifts. So the gold stood, snagged Z by his shirt and tugged him to his feet despite protests of not being that stupid. Pressing her head against his back, Zalmask herded her handler out to meet the hybrid.
"I don't want to see it. Does it even know what happened?" Z asked, grumbling. He didn't want to see anything offworlder related. Heck, he even glowered at the offworlder wherhandlers suspiciously.
Zalmask no like Thing. Zalmask like presents. Zalmask get presents, then make Thing go away. However, when Zalmask saw Alex and the little... fuzzy thing he had with him, she had a very unimpressed look. It looked like... a kitten?
Z peeked around Zalmask, pushing at her bulk unsuccesfully. The gold merely pushed him with her back foot and made him stagger. "Zalmask! I want to see!"
No. Thing not bite Zalmask's. Zalmask's delicate flower.
Thing! Zalmask graces with presence! Zalmask mad at, but Zalmask listen to what thing says. Zalmask cool like that. The gold sat down with an audible thump, her eyes whirling a mix between amused blue and red. Holding that kitten, Alex was almost... cute. It made her want to cuddle him. Which also made Zalmask very angry. He was a terrible thing, not to be cuddled!
And, his people had messed with her eggs. She'd have to do something about that.
"You called me a flower!"
Shush, Zalmask's. Adults talking now.