The first of the three sole survivors of the genocide has emerged.
Presenting… the adult Metanastria hyrtaca, a swirl of a snouty, chocolately furry being. My foster-motherly tendencies not being able to resist a gentle pat of its head for making it this far, I swept a finger lightly along what could be called its forehead, only to feel and to find a row of black spikes embedded into my fingertip.
Yeowch, that evil little thing.
Two more to go, and they’ll most likely emerge tomorrow. They shall be released where they were found, and may the force be with them and their offspring as they wage the war on and continue the fight for their species. It is a war of man against nature, and man against man.