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Her little dragon shimmied around, seeking the comfort his mother's warmth. Durnehviir smiled happily down, raising a slender forelimbs to keep her gaze trained on him as he scooted beneath her underarm to bury his snout among her furs to suckle. With him latched and feeding, the new mother relaxed significantly, and took advantage of the brief opportunity to curl herself protectively around her baby before a familiar ache tightened her abdomen.

The second pup that came from her was dark-furred, the opposite of his brother. Durnehviir smoothed his pelt with her tongue until he cried out, his yowl as strong the child before him. Breathing a sigh of relief, her nose gently explored his tiny frame around in their nest so she could better examine him before, satisfied that he was healthy, nudging him to her breast alongside Viinturuth.