Under the rising moons [Wher Clutching]

Feravosk knew when it was time. It was early for a Wher to be up, but she wanted more people to see. She made her way through the darkened tunnels that led from the Wher Quarters to the Hatching Sands, leaving a mental call to her barely stirring handler.

She scratched herself a place in the warm sands, getting as comfortable as her egg heavy self could. They would soon be out though, she knew, as she focused on the task of laying her eggs.

It didn't seem to take long before she felt the first egg breach the air and roll out into the waiting pit. She quickly fell into a pattern of breathe and push, as more eggs nestled into the sand. She might be on her maiden Clutch, but a mother always knew what to do.

It was nearing full dark as she felt the last egg slip out, and she collapsed, breathing heavily. She turned her head, her eyes whirling happily as she examined her clutch of 10 eggs. Good sizes too, as she had chosen well in her mate. She gently nuzzled the eggs into place, spreading her stubby wings to cover what she could protectively.

Having changed her mind from earlier, she just curled up around her eggs, waiting for her Handler to find her and her new clutch.