Mothra sits by the waterfall, tearing bits of flesh from a dead skullcrawler while humming to herself. She finished eating before washing her face in the water. She licks the blood off her talon before flying back to her nest. She steps towards a nest, spitting chewed up meat into the larvaes mouths. She lifts one up before wrapping it in a blanket of silk, placing it back down

Mothra: let’s see, 1 2 3 4 5 and six, all my babies are safe and sound

she looks out to find godzilla fighting off a skullcrawler. She flies over before stinging it’s leg, watching it collapse

Mothra: goji, relax, we can save this one for tomorrow