Brait tossed the garbage bag into the nearby dumpster and heaved a long-suffering sigh through his nose. He turned on his heel with a glance at the abandoned egg, ready to leave and do his best to forget about the forlorn sight.
Guilt instantly sprouted like a persistent weed in his gut, and he stopped cold. Paws curling into fists, he marched over to the purple egg and crouched in front of it.
“Yer parents’ are pieces of shit...” He said to the thing, laying a paw on its warm surface. He looked around, eyes lingering on the people hurrying past the alley entrance without even a sideways glance.
Brait swallowed and shifted the egg minutely. A shiver ran up the thing, and he retracted his paw. With his touch gone, the thing stilled. With a last huff of breath, he wrapped both arms around the egg and picked it up. It fell against his chest fur, dirty chitin shell muddying his white fur. He wanted to grimace, to pull a face and put the pitiful thing back where he found it. Instead, he tightened his hold and squared his shoulders.
“Guess’n I’ll be lookin’ after you now.” He muttered, heading back to the alley door he had come from. “Not like any’ne else is gonna do it...”