Eric cautiously nuzzles the hatching dragons with a scaly snout, minding the horns, spikes and snags that occasionally happened whenever he drew close to something. His sharply myopic vision showed him that the hatchlings were at least gazing towards him as if he was truly their mother...
Then the dark reality sank in for Eric, in order to fulfil the role of being the mother for these dragons, he was to provide food and shelter for them for at least five years, and that was not counting when winter arrives and food was scarce... Plus he had to give them draconic names and he was at a total loss as to how dragons nursed their hatchlings as he was never taught those rules and Eric could sense his maternal instincts awakening,.. It was strange, but since he was the sole responsibility of those hatchlings, he was starting to see the dragons in a different light...
Eric shuffled his dewclaws in the drafty cavern as he considers what names to give the new hatchlings, and how to nurse them. Winter was nearing soon, and snow was also starting to fall outside the caverns, so he'll have a few weeks to prepare for winter... So that means hunting cattles from the nearby villages nonstop for at least a month or so.
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