as the moon rises, she soft shell cracks, a eye peeking out as a chirp is heard. The crack grows more till a head pops out, mothra looking over the island. She pulls herself out the egg, laying soaked in the eggs fluids. After some time, she stands up, cleaning herself in the nearby lake

Mothra: my king, godzilla

she chirps, calling for him. She crawls to a nearby cave before spraying silk and webbing over the room, creating her nest. She wiggles inside the silk and relaxes under it, purring

Soon the sun rises and she yawns, crawling out the webbing and outside, feeling warmth from the sun. She stretches and grooms herself before looking around the island. She gasps as a beam shoots over her head, hitting a skull crawler. She looks back and smiles

Mothra: godzilla!

she rushes over, hugging and nuzzling his leg