Slygotha tended to the last two eggs as her wyrmlings vied for her attention. Nidhogg was rather bold about putting herself between Slygotha and the remaining eggs. She didn't want any more competition from siblings, although she wasn't sure if there was anything she could do about it. Nevitha finally got in on the scrap between Valstrath and Razeth, biting Valstrath's tail and grabbing Razeth's wing in her claws. Slygotha saw, and scooped up all three. " You may fight, but no wing grabbing or biting. You can break legs, bite tails till they bleed, and test each other's mettle all day, but you will not wreck each other's wings." She lifted them up to be even with her massive snout. She eyed each of them in turn as they squirmed uncomfortably. "I don't really want you killing each other or maiming beyond repair. And I don't want to catch any of you," here she looked at her lazy conniving glutton, Gugol," eating each other. Don't think I am unaware, our species is cannibalistic by nature, and I won't have any of it in my lair. I will see all of you grow up and get strong, and get your own territory. So knock off the wing grabbing."
Slygotha glared at the four of them in turn, making sure her point sank in. They weren't speaking themselves yet, as they weren't old enough to, but they could understand enough to know what their mother wanted. She gently set them back on the ground, after making sure everyone's wings were alright. One big tear to the wing membrane could be disastrous for proper flight, and flight was a wyrmlings main defense besides their miniature acid breath.
Gugol rolled her eyes. She thought the rest of them were tedious and expended way too much unnessesary energy. She turned her back to the rest, stretching like a lazy dog before laying down again to work on a large rib bone from the whale carcass.
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