Emberwood clutch

The family who dodges the checker together, stays together?

@Victoria and @Sophia were two weeks old. He’d had fourteen days—yes, he was counting—to acclimate to their existence and yet Cambria still felt completely overwhelmed. It might be more accurate to say he was terrified. Not of his baby girls, but for them. They were so teeny and fragile. So vulnerable. Should anything happen to them, the Dragonling knew it would absolutely devastate him.

He spent most of his time hunting for @Odessia, contributing to their health and longevity in the only way he knew how. He returned from just such a venture now, carrying a moose’s shinbone in his teeth. There wasn’t much flesh left on it, yet it should tide over his mate for now. The marrow would be good for nourishing her and, by proxy, the pups. It would help them grow bigger, stronger, less breakable.

He halted just outside the den’s door, gently setting his scavenging at his feet. Cambria swallowed thickly, his heart and stomach seemingly dueling with one another to leap into his throat. He tentatively thrust his pale snout inside the cozy space, too worried about somehow hurting them to so much as breathe.