Gaz huffed annoyedly and curled around his eggs, wrapping his tail and wings protectively around them. He’s never had eggs before, but he loves them dearly. He was moody throughout his pregnancy, and remains somewhat so. He breathed out a small silver flame over an egg and shuffled them closer to his body. His mate has provided plenty of food for the hatchlings. Gaz let out a moody rumble, contemplating the responsibilities ahead. He knows raising hatchlings will be demanding, but he’s determined to do his best. He wonders what their personalities will be like, hoping they inherit the best of both parents. He sighed and closed his eyes, perking up at the sound of his mate returning. He looked up, his wings fluffing, tail flicking before curling back around the eggs. “Hello.” He huffed, returning to his duty. He wants the eggs warm so they hatch soon.