Mr Growls, with an unconscious Cypher nestled in one arm and the sleeping Commander of the entire damn Hive held under the other, was stumbling through the resting lines of changelings while repeating the same grunted apology ever few seconds. Unable to act, Burrow could only stare as his friend slowly made his shaky way towards them, befuddled changeling drones and soldiers getting up from their spots to clear a wide path for the biped. The whispers and murmurs of the witnesses of the strange event didn’t seem to faze Mr Growls, and he continued on without paying any mind to the general changeling populace. 