Geno’s head nuzzled into your neck as you slept, your tail warming your eggs him and you had made, it was his instincts to protect you, his mate, and his eggs, that you had birthed not long ago, draining you of energy so he had to hunt and bring back food for you. . .

• . . . I bet they’ll be as beautiful as you . . . -

He muttered to himself as his temple and arm fins twitched slightly, his tail wrapped around yours as he glanced outside of your den before resting his head on yours. . .