[Oh. Atem wouldn't have thought to look out for the tongue; his eyes widen slightly, and he gives a brief but appreciative nod to Steve.
His approach is careful. He doesn't try to get close to the teeth or front claws; instead, when he crouches down onto one knee, Atem gingerly reaches out to stroke fingers down Tybolt's back and haunches. That's an animal that's meant to be wild. Even if it's a magic baby-forever lion, Atem's braced for it to whirl around and snap at his fingers.]
What's going to happen to him now? Is there a zoo that can take him?
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His approach is careful. He doesn't try to get close to the teeth or front claws; instead, when he crouches down onto one knee, Atem gingerly reaches out to stroke fingers down Tybolt's back and haunches. That's an animal that's meant to be wild. Even if it's a magic baby-forever lion, Atem's braced for it to whirl around and snap at his fingers.]
What's going to happen to him now? Is there a zoo that can take him?