Raid The Treasury!

“Stay low.” Whispered the rumbling voice in her, his powerful foreleg pushing softly on her spine. Forcing Nyx lower to the earth so that her dark body would be entirely obscured by the thick brush around her. It was embarrassing, being treated like some helpless chick flailing around on gangly limbs. She was an adult! Fully grown into her mature feathers and no longer sporting awkwardly proportioned limbs-
Velvet suddenly went still next to her and it didn’t take long to see why; armored guards marched past them, their tails of clubbed bone swaying absently as they passed. Nyx had witnessed the damage those tails could do, snapping bone in a fashion that was all but clean or painless. She would much rather avoid getting her more delicate bones obliterated by those terrifying weapons of nature. The mere thought caused anxiety to bloom like a flower in the light of morning, her feathers rose and ruffled along her spine in tandem with her motions. There were so many things that could go wrong. One wrong step, one sentry seeing them, one trap being set off-

A beaked snout rubbed softly along the feathers raised upon her back, smoothing them down with the simple action. Velvet crooned, a sound that reverberated in his chest. A sound she had never heard him make before this very moment. It was enough to catch her off guard and cause her head to snap around, pale eyes wide and pupils pin pricked as she locked on him in confusion. “Why did you…?”

“You’re too young to stress this much, have faith in us. Just follow our directions and you’ll be okay.” The large iguanodon soothed as he nuzzled his large head into her inky black feathers. The action was… Soft. So warm. So… Vulnerable.
Nyx’s chest tightened and her breath quickened. No, no- She couldn’t get this close to him, she couldn’t care about him. If she cared then that meant that he could leave and it would hurt, because of course he would leave. Everyone left.
Breathe wheezed out of her lungs and her heart pounded in her ears- why couldn’t she breathe?-

All she wanted to do was get the treasure and get out! Why did he have to make her feel this??

Then she heard it. And felt it. Low rumbling resonating from a large body curled around hers, vibrating within her very own body due to the low frequency.
When she opened her eyes -when had she closed them?- she was met by tan scales patched with warm browns. Golden eyes peered down.
F-23. She had encircled her large body around Nyx’s at some point, and had started making that low rumble that seemed to make all of her problems slide away like the water off a duck’s back.
“Hello, Little One.” She crooned sweetly, voice soft and low to avoid detection from any nearby guards. “It's okay. You’re okay.” Her voice soothed Nyx, like warm honey soothing a sore throat. Nyx blinked away the tears that had been forming in her eyes as she looked around, finding Velvet lingering a few feet away. Shifting awkwardly and refusing to directly meet her gaze… They would definitely have much to talk about after this. However, this was not the time. They did not have time to spare for heart to hearts or sappiness. Their window of time was shrinking the higher the sun got in the sky.

“How long until The Queen arrives?-” A sniffle ended her question and she ruffled her feathers, shaking her body. As if trying to warn away the emotions which were desperate to consume her very being.

“...A few hours.” Velvet spoke, uncharacteristically tentative as he stared at her. Off pink eyes staring at her with warmth and softness, the same warmth and softness she had seen in the eyes of her father before-
Nyx jerked viscerally away from the thought, snapping her mind from the memories and back to the present. Instead she made a point to focus her gaze on F-23 as the behemoth rose from the brush and dirt, flecks of dirt and leaves falling from her massive body as she did so. Normally, Nyx would have been concerned about being tailed by something as large as F-23. However the acrocanthosaurus proved to be a rather quiet individual, especially in the urban buildings. Her claws did not click or drag, her steps were careful and calculated. As if she tracked every step ahead of time.

Nyx forcefully bushed out a breath and then pushed her own body low to the ground again, once again feeling herself being consumed by the ferns and soft leaves that made up the brush around her. The leaves caressed her feathers, soothing away the anxiety which had built up and then exploded in one fell sloop. Not crowding, not pushing. Not caring-
Stop thinking-
She focused on the building ahead, the treasury. It was a looming building made of dark glinting metal that had been slowly consumed by plants and rust. Outside she could see them, the guards. The one on the right was an earthy green with dark stripes, she remembered Velvet calling him Mantell, while the other was one that was familiar to her… Angus. Nyx flicked her tail quickly in F-23’s direction, who needed no more instructions. F-23 was the distraction.

The tan colored behemoth rose from the brush, and roared. The sound shook the nearby trees and vibrated deep within Nyx’s body, while not particularly loud it was incredibly low. The iguanodons spotted her easily and returned her sounds with bellows of their own, rushing towards F-23 and… Abandoning their posts. Mantell's body slammed againt F-23's, however he was clearly unused to quarelling with something his size and larger. F-23's large jaws locked around his shoulder, butcher knife like teeth slicing into the thick hide.

Quietly, Nyx crept towards the building and slipped inside with Velvet stalking quietly behind her. She assumed that spending so long in the jungle had taught him how to be quiet with his hulking body- Nyx froze. There, in the center of the treasury she saw it. Chests bursting with shimmering gold and glinting silver. Metals spilled from the confines of the chest and onto the floor. Off to the side she could satchels practically bursting with seeds ready to be planted.