The black seemed to have a change in behavior, even though her belly had not yet started to swell. Moving about the lair, she cradled a bundle, humming, and even singing softly to it. The hatchling within the bundle curled close to his mother.

The guards had brought him to her as a foundling. Though the infant's scales nearly matched her own in shade.

Kin still watched wide eyed as the grumpy mother did not seem quite so grumpy. Though they'd still skirt around her. Treading lightly.

Egg heavy dragons could have mood snaps. Though the presence of her new son seemed to help ease a bit of her mood.