Whitebark Stream We always say, later, for the later

Oh, how quickly did time seem to fly by. One moment the hatchlings were hardly able to do anything more than wriggle like a wyrm and then the next they were taking their first real steps. She worried more and more with each passing day, saddened by the thought that, sooner rather than later, she would no longer have them all to herself. Soon, they would be racing around the territory, exploring and learning new things for themselves. But, for now, they were still hers to hold close and she treasured that.

Hardly had the sun risen over the horizon when the dragoness awoke, her gaze finding its way first to @Toshi and then @Kiyoshi. Admiring how much they’d grown already, and remembering just how well they’ve been doing on their feet as of late, her decision was made. Rising to her feet, the young mother nosed each boy awake. Whenever they both awoke, she would say, “Follow me, little ones,” and then exit the den; right outside she would stop, patiently waiting for them to come long.