18 - You stay up watchful all night and start seeing things. Or are those spectrals?
6 - A crane with its sharp beak considers you its sworn enemy. Fend it off!
14 - A band of misfits wants to see the egg and are ready to rumble.
5 - A territory dispute between two lynxes comes close to where you're protecting your egg.
16 - Howling winds blow through your nest and keep knocking your egg out of place.
59 = 1 Salamander!
The night grew long, stretching ever onward until even the fireflies began to wink out as they settled for the night. She felt the weight of sleep begin to press against her. Eyes growing heavy, limbs weary, as she did her best to guard her little ward against the cold night. Something slid across her peripherals, winking in and out of existence. Moss-Flower shook her head and trained her gaze upon the surrounding foliage. What on earth? A ghostly shape seemed to appear and disappear quickly from somewhere in the brush. As uneasy as she felt at first she soon recognized the spectral creatures and sighed in relief. Many spirits, many spectral creatures, tended to lurk at the fringes of the ancient tree. She smiled and turned her gaze to her crane companion. Whisper didn't seem disturbed by their presence which was good enough for the doe.
Then, as peaceful as the crane had been, suddenly a click of the beak alerted Moss-Flower that all was not well. Dipping it's long, graceful, neck the crane watched somewhere deep in the swamp. Another click. A warning. Suddenly a second crane exploded from the swamp and went after Whisper. The two cranes locked in an epic brawl as Moss-Flower watched wide-eyed from the sidelines. She felt worry blossom in her chest like a fiery flower and was up on her hooves moments later to charge after the new crane. She'd never seen it before. It must have thought they were nest robbing this late at night. The cranes around here weren't usually so aggressive. As Whisper locked claws with the other Crane Moss-Flower used her impressive antlers to hoist the second crane up and away. Tossing it back into the swamp where it must have retreated. Realizing it was outnumbered. Moss-Flower approached her friend, gently smoothing feathers with a caring nuzzle. Whisper was up and ready for anything, extremely offended by the other crane's outlandishly rude behavior and preening themselves to show they were hardly going to let the issue continue to annoy them.
As soon as that had ended another issue popped up from nowhere. A group of Kin ambled out of the swamp. They were definitely rowdy, young by the look of it, and seeming to want to try and cause a bit of trouble. Moss-Flower did not abide trouble, especially on tribe territory, but she doubted it would come to that if she was smart about it. Moss-Flower had a gift for soothing and/or diverting easily agitated kin and trouble makers, she was prepared to do so if need be. As the youth approached one of them spotted the nest and snorted. "What is
that?" He asked, leaning down to snuffle the edge of the nest while raising a hoof to squish the jelly-like egg shaped substance. Whisper was on the defense, ready to pounce. Moss-Flower trotted over calmly and smiled. "Welcome friends. Are you here on Pilgrimage?" She doubted it from the looks on their faces. "No- Ah! I see you've found my spider egg sack. It's about ready to hatch I believe if you'd like to stick around. There are usually hundreds of them and they just
love to cuddle when they first hatch." The youth's looked horrified, backing away abruptly. "No, no.. we don't want any of that." The doe smiled softly and gave a laugh that sounded like chiming bells. "Please, why don't you kids go play in the mud pits. It seems like you're rather bored and could use some fun. I guarantee you'll love it. Just head up this path and meet someone at the base of the tree. They will be happy to guide you the rest of the way." The kin's eyes lit up, they exchanged glances to see if everyone was on board, gave one last wary look at the egg, then smiled cheekily at Moss-Flower and headed off. Laughter echoing as they went.
Giving a soft, relieved, sigh Moss-Flower wandered back to the egg and stood over it. As she was preparing to lay down again she heard a strange noise. It grew in ferocity and seemed to be getting closer. Every bit of fur on her body stood upright. Whisper even seemed extremely concerned. Hopping close to Moss-Flower and lowering their neck to stare into the swamp. It was a fight, a vicious one, and it sounded like... yes.. Lynx's. That was the last thing she needed exploding into tribe territory. Luckily one of her son's headed the patrol of the area and would likely be able to deal with a Lynx fight in short order. But that didn't make her feel any safer at the moment. At that moment a strong wind picked up and the egg rolled out from under the leaf and across the ground towards the swamp. Startled, Moss-Flower hurried over and nosed the egg back into the nest, moments later it happened again, and again, and AGAIN. Finally, after rolling the egg once again under the leaf, she plopped down and curled her tail around the nest. Keeping the egg cozy and in place. She'd hardly noticed that the fighting had subsided. The lynx's must have either settled their beef or moved further into the swamp. With a soft exhale the doe smiled at her companion and then down at the egg. "What a night, hmm?" Whisper burbled, definitely in agreement as they settled in beside her.