Taylor only stopped petting the little panther long enough to close the large bunker doors and lock them. He cut his eyes towards Meko as he asked if they could keep them but didnâ€™t respond. He wasnâ€™t even sure how he should respond to that. The life they were about to start for God knows how long wouldnâ€™t be very suitable for the two baby panthers.<br/><br/>Once they reached the end of the tunnel he ascended the stairs two at a time before heading straight for the kitchen sink. â€œAlright, shh.â€ He tried to ashore the animal that was making small pitiful sounds as he moved one hand from it in order to lay a dish towel on the faux marble table top. â€œThere you go.â€ His voice was abnormally soft as he placed the cub down on the towel and fished yet another first aid kit from a kitchen drawer.<br/><br/>He was in the middle of cleaning the wound on the cubâ€™s leg when he briefly glanced up to the quiet cub. Taylor knew that it was still breathing, he could hear the heart and lungs working, but he couldnâ€™t help the natural reaction. The cub was peering back at him as if he knew Taylor was almost one of them and it looked content. His decision on whether or not they could keep them was made for him when the cub tilted itâ€™s head to rub against Taylorâ€™s forearm.<br/><br/>Taylor finished cleaning, stitching, and bandaging the cut before he scooped the cub up in his arms again and headed over to the old fireplace and laid it down on the rug in front of it. He risked another glance over his shoulder and a small unnoticeable smile tugged gently at his lips when he saw Meko and the other cub cuddling. â€œWell damn.â€  He groaned as he turned around and started a small fire so the cubs could keep warm. â€œYes, we can keep them.â€ He almost sounded defeated as he turned around and petted the animal under its chin. This was going to be a hell of a lot of trouble, he just knew it.