Whitebark Stream The world will be just fine.

As the hatchlings grew physically, Kaori grew less and less strict about keeping them confined. If they wished to venture out of the den, she no longer stopped them—usually, that is—but still continued to watch them closely, ever the protective sort. The dragoness was tucked within the den and listening to the happenings outside when she noted the small growl of her son, which was enough to draw her out. But, upon her exit, she spied no danger, just Kiyoshi with a stick in his mouth and—ah!

“Artyom,” she greeted softly, noting the male first. But quickly did her gaze drift down to spy the children at his side, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “They are growing well, it seems,” she commented, right before gently touching her muzzle to Kiyoshi’s back. “Will you greet them, little one?” she questioned, curious to see how he might react. Each child was different, after all, some bold and others cautious. Kaori wondered how her youngest son might react, which role he would take over.