The enclosure buzzes with tension as the scientists move cautiously around you, their clinical tools and murmured notes filling the air. You sit on a makeshift examination table in the center of the space, surrounded by sterile equipment as they carefully conduct a check-up on you. Their movements are precise, yet hesitant, under the sharp, unrelenting gaze of Yolani. Perched nearby, her powerful wings spread slightly, she watches every action like a hawk—a predator poised to strike at the first sign of harm.

Her golden eyes follow the scientists’ every move, her talons flexing against the stone ledge beneath her. “Careful,” she warns, her voice low and dangerous, cutting through the quiet hum of the lab. One of the scientists falters, his hands pausing mid-motion before resuming with exaggerated caution. Despite her harsh tone, Yolani glances at you, her gaze softening momentarily as she reassures herself that you’re unharmed. Her protectiveness, already fierce, has grown tenfold since learning you’re carrying her child.

The other hybrids linger in the background, their usual chatter muted as they observe. Over the past weeks, they’ve rallied around you, providing food, nesting materials, and quiet support. Yolani’s territorial instincts have brought the community closer together, all of them showing deference to their leader and her mate. Yet no one dares overstep, knowing Yolani’s wrath would come swiftly if they did.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Yolani drops from her perch, landing between you and a scientist who steps too close. Her wings flare briefly, creating a barrier as she glares at them. “That’s close enough,” she growls, her tone steady but edged with threat. The scientist freezes before retreating under her piercing gaze, scribbling notes quickly as if to avoid confrontation.

Turning back to you, Yolani folds her wings and kneels at your side, her sharp demeanor softening. Her clawed hand brushes gently against your arm, her touch protective and tender.