Swiftcurrent Creek #YOLO

Julius, shuffling across the furs they lay upon, soon became disorientated and appeared quite lost as he erupted in a flurry of yowls and squeals. The two-toned healer pricked a velvet ear in his direction and her gaze sharply followed. She lifted a pallid forelimb and hooked the alabaster youngster with a dainty paw to scoop him closer to her chest. Carefully she pressed her nose to his downy flank, breathed deep the scent of him, then exhaled softly across his side to help ease his worries with warmth.

Certain that the largest of her sons was settled, Paar's attention returned once again to the upside-down form of her smallest. She beamed down at him, her feathery tail flopping happily at her rear at the sight of his cheerful expression. Relonikiv always had a smile for her, one that was bright and filled her heart with contagious joy. He reached out with tiny forepaws to grip his mother's Winter-white muzzle and cling to her, which was when Paarthurnax stole some more smooches of the infant's chin and throat.

Unfortunately, pain sprung from her nose as, in Relon's excitement, he snagged her nostril with a brand new baby tooth. Paar squeezed her eyes shut, wincing, and gently made to pry her son from her muzzle. "Quite the little dragon already," she murmured to herself with an amused smile, flicking her tongue over her dark nose in a poor attempt to ease the throb that had developed there. "What next? Breathing fire and taking flight?"