"I see something," Caleb whispered, while Cyrus and Caden followed the line of his gaze wordlessly.
"A baby?" Caden almost yelled as they reached where the baby was placed.
"Don't touch it, we don't know if they're one sort of a shape shifting thing and they're just looking for an opportunity to. . ." Caleb muttered, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Kill us? That's going to go far by a long stretch," Cyrus cut in, staring at the baby who was staring up at all of them.
"So what are we going to do? Leave it? Let it die?" Caden asked, turning back to both of them.
"Isn't that the most reasonable thing to do? We cannot carry a baby we know nothing about, especially with everything that's going on in the pack," Caleb argued but Cyrus and Caden thought otherwise.
"It's a baby Caleb, it looks rough, starved and I think if we don't save it, it'll survive tomorrow," Caden muttered, reaching out to take it from the ground.