PA - Erre Coalition - Nest duty - Meiron's a babysitter?

Meiron knew of the feral dragon flock that lived to far north of the cenote, amidst a large natural rock formation; and while he'd been warned that they were naturally aggressive, for the most part this flock had never shown any hostility towards him....... though he suspected that was due to the amount of dragons he himself had.  Kovaithe clambered up his leg to sit on his shoulder, the little dragon having not long hatched, as he stood next to a nest, the feral dragon, a female, stared back at him... judging him.....

As the flock left him alone, as did he for the most part, barring the occasional wander to monitor them, It seemed though this female had realized that small navy cat that meandered near the wild flock was him. Suddenly a tiny head peered up from next to the feral dragon, meeping at him sweetly, Koviathe's multiple tails moved as she leaned forward cooing back, 3 more hatchlings followed. "You want me to babysit?" Meiron asked, already able to spot the ribs showing on the female. Though feral dragons didn't really speak outside of their flock, the cat had an advantage, he was also telepathic and could read minds if he wanted, so he knew this mother had been struggling when her mate had not returned. It also helped that he was part of the Erre Coalition, something the wild dragons seemed to know.

With a grateful sound the she dragon stood up, all 4 hatchling crying as the warmth abruptly disappeared as the female sauntered off. Kovaithe leapt from Meiron's shoulder her wings flaring to slow her descent as she 'crashed' into the other four, her flight capability not yet there,  the sad sounds disappearing into sounds of glee as they tumbled together, tail chasing and playful snapping echoing amidst the smaller rock formation that provided the base of the wild dragons nest. Leaving the youngsters to play Meiron paced around the nest checking it over, the structure sound enough with various rocks to help stabilize it even as dry foliage provided the softer bedding to help keep the warmth. Spotting a section that was damaged, he carefully repaired it as best he could, natural construction he could do....... unlike certain shelves back at the cenote. located further up in the formation, Meiron could see birds nests, carefully constructed so  that they were hidden from view for the most part , and potentially protected from the hungering gazes of the wild dragons.

Satisfied, Meiron clambered into the den, but only after changing shape, his cat bestia form becoming larger and, powerful wings flaring as the gryphon settled down. This way he could provide the warmth for the hatchlings, who were still causing mayhem with Koviathe. His tail moved, and 5 pars of eyes turned to watch it. he gryphons ears twitching as he moved it again. The four wild hatchlings changed posture and started to hunt it, spreading out as if to corner their prey. Kovaithe grinned, clambering up onto her riders back and going still. The tail moved again, the tufted tip too much of a lure as the four pounced on it, baby growls sounding as it moved out of their way...... and it was at that point hat Kovaithe pounced on her new friends, chortling as she once again set them off into a playful pile of hatchling bodies.

A movement caught Meiron's eye as they continued to play, a lizard darting across the nest, the warm air perfect for them... though at this proximity... they could also serve as a snack... which he did so, striking when the lizards were distracted, he wouldn't take many, just enough to hold of the  hunger of the nestlings. A shadow suddenly case part of the nest into shadows and the hatchlings dived under Meiron;s wings, Kovaithe following snuggling into the warmth. A bird, returning to one of the nests. Meiron pushed the lizards he;d caught towards the hatchlings, making sure all 5 got a share, before settling a bit, the breaths of the little ones slowing as they fell asleep amidst the navy blue cocoon. The gryohon remained awake, perfectly at ease in the nest as he awaited the return of thee mother...