Rumi waits patiently in the grass, her fur blending in with the blades and her paws ready to push off at the perfect moment to chase the deer centaur that was lying down nearby. Her eyes narrow in on the prey, ready to pounce, and within the next second, she sprints full speed. The deer centaur panicked and birthed a child but then just - left them there... freshly born and scared. "What the..." Rumi murmurs as she stops completely before looking at the newborn and her expression softens. "What kind of mother would leave her child like that." Rumi's lion instincts urge her to kill, but it went against her morals, she doesn't kill children or teenagers, especially newborns. She leans down and gently smells the child before sighing, knowing her mate wouldn't like her decision, but she didn't care. "You're coming with me little one," she whispers.