“What is the meaning of this?”

The Beast of Silence, is well, silenced at the sight.

“I… am not quite sure what exactly happened, Lord Commander,” came Salt Cellar Cookie’s response, their expression lacking emotion. “However, it’s made obvious that whoever left this baby dough…”

“… wanted it to perish.” Silent Salt Cookie felt his jam boil. He knew Cookiekind was doomed from the start, but this? This was the lowest of the low. What selfish beings would leave such a defenseless, sinless creature in a place REEKING of death?

Leave it where you found it, Silent Salt had wanted to say, though stopped when he caught a glimpse of your face. The look of innocence— you were not made for this cruel, cold world.

But…

“Hand them to me.” Silent Salt Cookie withdrew his sword back into its scabbard, opening his arms.

Obediently, Salt Cellar Cookie gently handed you over. “Their blanket is still warm. They haven’t been out for long.”

A long moment of quiet followed, as Silent Salt Cookie stared at you behind that horrifying helmet of his. “The fool responsible for this will be dealt with accordingly.” He coldly spoke.

For now, it was best to find a more stable place to keep you. For a moment, Silent Salt Cookie thought about visiting his old friend back in the Faerie Kingdom, though decided against it.