Topic: Feeding the family

Icer1978

Date: 2014-03-01 13:09 EST
One day had turned into two, and the moons rose and fell, dawning another day. It had been days since last she saw her mate, though she never stopped thinking about him, nor dreaming.

It had to have been the link, the bound they shared, but momma had been true to her word, for the sake of her family.

A morning hunt had netted her an older doe that had strayed far too from the herd.

Picking up the kill, she would soon head back to disappear within the lair.

Young, growing dragonlings needed to constantly eat to grow. She would drag the carcass to where the youngest waited for their meal. There, she would watch over the younglings as they fed. Not taking any meat for herself.

Momma always, no matter what, ate last. It never mattered how much she ate. meager scraps were enough to get the little dragoness by. It was more important for the growing hatchlings to feed.