Moonspear I make dark things beautiful, and beautiful things dark

Osiris returned Hydra's affection in-full, his tail whipping to and fro as he kissed his mother's chin. "I will," he promised, withdrawing from her embrace. Osiris was continually learning, and this instance was just one of the many examples of his everyday lessons. "How would they take advantage of me?" he asked then, seeking clarification. Although he had his ideas, Osiris wasn't sure if he was correct in his thinking. "Would they attack me, somehow?" 

Hydra's compliment caused him to feel proud—but the spirit was short-lived. Osiris obliged despite his perplexion, placing his snout upon the spot that Hydra had mentioned. At first, nothing happened. All was still until somebody squirmed from within. Quickly, Osiris glanced up to Hydra then, his eyes wide with captivation. 

"Was that... them?" he asked slowly, his snout lingering upon her abdomen.