A smile stayed upon the dragon's snout as she watched her mate slumber. He'd been working so hard, tending to the flocks, and herds, before coming back to help watch over the little ones.

Giving Aurthur a gentle nuzzle,she slid down the passageway, through the tunnels that twisted and turned, helping keep the lair safe.

Checking in on each of the children, she slid a few new toys and treats onto their bedside. Trinkets big enough that she knew could not be swallowed for the younger. New clothing for the children they had taken in that held no dragon blood.

It mattered not to them, human children were welcome as well as if they were of her own blood.

Continuing down the passageway after each child got a nuzzle, she slid toward the entrance to the lair. The reassuring sound of the waterfall that kept the entrance hidden and safe roaring outside.

Slipping out onto the small ledge, wings stretched, then refolded as she climbed onto another ledge nearby.

Even relaxing, momma was watchful.