Chapter 266: The Birthing of the Nundu
For someone who can casually pick up a Diricawl on a walk, Newt's defining trait is that he's almost never fazed by surprises. Since tomorrow was the start of the school year, Kyle had planned to head back home right after dinner here. But just as he took a bite of the freshly baked caramelized potato cake, Newt dashed over, grabbed Kyle by the collar, and practically dragged him into the suitcase.
"What's going on?" Kyle asked, bewildered, hurriedly cramming the remaining half of the potato cake into his mouth.
"The Nundu is giving birth—tonight," Newt replied without looking back, tightening his grip on Kyle's arm. "We need to hurry."
"What?" Kyle's mouth dropped.
The Nundu, a magical creature resembling a large black cougar, carries a massive poison sac at the base of its neck, making even its breath lethally toxic.
While a Nundu can control its toxin release, Kyle doubted it would be in any position to worry about sparing bystanders during labor. In fact, a birthing Nundu was arguably at its most dangerous. The exhaustion of childbirth prompts it to release vast amounts of toxic gas instinctively, creating a lethal perimeter to ward off other creatures during its vulnerable state. Helping one give birth was nearly suicidal.
"Can I... not go?" Kyle ventured, attempting to back out. "It's not that I'm scared—it's just that, well... the caramelized potato cakes won't taste as good cold..."
"It's fine, Tina can make more," Newt replied without slowing.
"But... that's a lot of trouble—"