Nest building was new to the young gold, but she'd watched her mother in the past. Her mother gone now, quarantined for her own safety, lost in her own mind....Her father still missing.
Twigs and branches lay in a heap as she eyed her mate. Drakmere had been helping in the task. It had been some time since the black male had first been assigned to her by her Aunt as a helper. Love had budded and bloomed within time.
Not just for herself, but also for their unborn son.
She saw the proud look upon her mate's face as he helped line the nest with soft things. Leaves and mud, feathers and moss.
Her own snout nudging a branch or two into place. It wouldn't be much longer. The elven woman Gladys had eased her worries when a palm had been placed upon her belly earlier. Blessing the egg and their child within.
A last bit off moss was settled, before she'd take her place, resting a top the mound.
Twigs and branches lay in a heap as she eyed her mate. Drakmere had been helping in the task. It had been some time since the black male had first been assigned to her by her Aunt as a helper. Love had budded and bloomed within time.
Not just for herself, but also for their unborn son.
She saw the proud look upon her mate's face as he helped line the nest with soft things. Leaves and mud, feathers and moss.
Her own snout nudging a branch or two into place. It wouldn't be much longer. The elven woman Gladys had eased her worries when a palm had been placed upon her belly earlier. Blessing the egg and their child within.
A last bit off moss was settled, before she'd take her place, resting a top the mound.