Circling Buzzards

Damien was curled up beneath the roots of a tree, Xerxes sleeping soundly. His ears prick up as he hears his mate, careful not to move the child too much as he slipped out of the den.

“Damien, please..” he repeats, stepping over and squeezing into the burrow, nuzzling his mate. What had he done? how long had be been gone? Kaukas didn’t want to know, but he had to take care of his family. It was a promise he made.

Damien was curled up beneath the roots of a tree, Xerxes sleeping soundly. His ears prick up as he hears his mate, careful not to move the child too much as he slipped out of the den.

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"Do you have any ideas about a name?" He murmured quietly as he touched their baby's cheek with his wing claw, being careful not to scratch their soft skin.

The harpy wished he had hands so he could properly hold their brand new offspring, but for now he'd just have to figure out his wings.

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"I... They... They've got feathers... Dami, they've got tiny little primaries.." He says breathlessly, his wing tip touching the damp feathers that went down the arms of the baby. They looked like a perfect mix between the harpy and the ground hound.

"I dont care how this is possible, I just know that I'm never leaving them." Kaukas says, eyes welling up with tears as he watches the tiny baby, so small and so perfect. Laying down in the nest, he watches and cries silently. They're both parents now!

The buzzard coos and chirps as he watches, his face inches away from the baby as he makes all sorts of sounds. After a moment his trance breaks and he looks up at Damien with awe in his eyes.

Compelled by the tiny chirps, the harpy put his face extremely close to the egg, his nose almost touching, and cooed to the hatchling inside. He didnt even notice he was blocking Dami's line of sight as he called to the baby.

"Come on, you can do it.." He cooed encouragingly, "You can get out of there.. And if you need help, your dads are right here." The harpy's brown eyes were wide with worry as he waited.

Kaukas hadn't ever felt so much emotion since he first realized he loved Damien, except this was all fear that something might go wrong. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't help it.

Kaukas moves his wing around a bit so his wing claw taps the eggshell gently, mimicking the sound the hatchling inside made. A cooing noise rose up in the harpy's throat as he tilted his head and looked at the egg from a different angle.

Were they going to be parents if this hatchling imprinted on them? Would it even imprint at all? For all he knew, this could be the egg of some new giant. Regardless of what would come out, he would love and nurture the baby, just like how his parents did with him.

Lifting himself up off the egg, the harpy steps out of the nest and picks up the grass and twigs he had dropped, hurriedly taking the over to the nest and starting to work on reinforcing the outside. There's no stopping a harpy in parent mode, it seems.

Once Kaukas is happy with the nest improvements he climbs back into the nest and sits down beside the egg, tucking a wing over it to keep it warm since he lacked the tummy feathers and down that most birds had to incubate eggs with.

Damien had tried hibernating through summer. But Aleron hadn’t proved very successful in hunting for herself, and kept waking him up for food. Which was getting kind of annoying, but he wasn’t going to leave the pup to starve. 

"Do you still need help moving things?" He asks as he looks down at Aleron. Such a cute little hound pup!