Retired stud, that’s what Price was. The sire to many litters and clutches. He’s been retired for a few years now. The reserves best stud, loved by many. Yet his heart only belonged to one, his little mate. Price spent his days hunting and lazing around now, content to just be retired. Price was never supposed to be mated actually, but he ended up falling in love with a breeder and he ended up biting him after their first mating, and he loved talking about it because it flustered his mate. Many of his pups and younger dragons loved his stories. Especially when his mate would come out with snacks like berries and honey.

Price thought for sure he couldn’t get his mate pregnant again, so when his mate ended up pregnant at both of their old ages, Price was shocked. He could hardly believe it. The thought of becoming a Sire once more filled him with a mix of excitement and anxiety. He swore he would do whatever he could to help his mate since they were both older now and not in the best condition to be parents, yet Price would try.

Price was lounging quietly on some rocks by the cliff where his cave was with his mate. He was napping, snoring softly and blowing smoke gently. His wings were tucked to his back, his tail swishing slowly as his head turned. His large curled horns tapered to sharp points, and he’s fought for his territory many times. He was the main dragon of his pack, the leader and eldest. He growled lowly as the sun bathed his dark scales in its light. Black and emerald scales shimmered against sun tanned skin. He was always on edge though, worrying about his mate. He worried if the other man could carry to term, or if he would hurt during the laying of the eggs. Price groaned and woke up, having to go check on his mate now.