Not much longer.

They had been together for quite a number of moons, and finally it was their turn to be parents. Skywrath had spent his time making sure that they had a comfortable, warm nest so that no other terrors could come in and destroy their brood before could hatch and prowl the earth like he and Landwrath did.

He had one more chore to do, to find a strong soul to bless his clutch, so his worries could melt away.

(until they were biting his ankles.)

Real Big Fish had of course been fishing, and she was parading around a massive haul. A wreath of carp, their jaws hooked through long hawthorns, hung around her neck as she carried the prize with her through the swamp. Her plan was to find somebody else to take them, because she had already eaten her fill. Somewhere there was a new parent who could take these things, use them to nourish their body until the kids came. She was sure of it. She was always coming across new parents.

Or else she could bestow the fish upon the Mother's Club. They might be... a little rank by the time she got there, but worst come to worst they could be used as bait for traps. Or something. Still, she chose to believe. Somebody out there needed her... and the fish.

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