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Nemo

The father-to be-is nothing but nerves. All sorts of buzzing and jumping and thoughts, from the big to the MASSIVE to the usual wondering where he'd get his next batch of dye-berries.

Front and center in his mind is the set of children-to-be waiting back in Canis for him, so he heads on in to Eridanus. Nemo has some plans of bringing moss and lichens back to hopefully make his nest a safer place for hatchlings. Softer, for crash landing both off the ledge and into it.

So, it's much to his surprise that he's very roughly yanked from his slightly detached mental state by the smell of smoke, of oil... and then as he follows it, the sight of two chysili and a hunched, almost wooden figure near them.

"Hullo there...?" he calls, circling what he hopes is out of reach, but close enough so that he doesn't yell. "Is... did you start that fire? Do you need help?"

@Redwood