Whitebark Stream love is an echo

The boys were growing, discovering their senses as all hatchlings eventually did. Oftentimes Kaori found herself wondering how long their youth may last, how much longer she had until they no longer sought to curl up against her; the day would eventually come, she knew, despite how much she wished it wouldn’t. She spent as much time with them as she could, leaving the den only when absolutely necessary to do so—before long, perhaps she would even be able to bring them along on those short outings. But for now, she rested within the den, all thoughts of the future washed away by the look in her son’s eyes and the babbling that spilled from his lips.

Smiling, the dragoness pressed her nose against his cheek, greeting him affectionately. “What might you be up to, little one?” she asked, although she hardly expected an understandable answer. To herself, she noted, “Soon your words will find you well.” Soon, her hatchlings would have plenty to say and understand. Soon, she would have even more to teach them.