The worm is screaming! No grabbing!! It flails and tries to poke with its spines, let go!! The screaming draws the attention if their caretaker, who wasn't very far to begin with since she always kept track when they wandered off.
"Oi!! You put them down!!" shouts the younger human woman, who couldn't be older than 30, as she charges from the brush, wielding her walking stick like a weapon, "That's my worm!!"
Xaallo of course ignores all of this. Tough skin, tougher plates; the spines irritate him and not much else. They're lucky they're a kid and Xilli likes them.
Though he does stop at this new presence. A human doe. He sees the walking stick and immediately dismisses them as a threat.
" And this is MY fawn." Xaallo motions to Xilli. " Your worm is a questionable influence on them."
