Looking out over the flowers, momma smiled. The gardens were growing each and every day, especially since she kept finding something she thought the little ones might like.

Taking the talon painted sign, momma would slide it into an open area, not far from the lair. The gardens themselves were vast, surrounding the lair, the lake, and even the family graveyard beneath the twin oaks.

Slipping back up towards the entrance of the lair, she settled upon a side perch, watching over the pathways.