"Which will hopefully be sooner rather than later," Hana grumbled, though her fingers stroked gently through Zariyah's soft hair as the little dragon girl continued to lean against her belly. "Because if these four stay in here much longer, I'm going to kick all of you out of this den just so I can have room to breathe."
Caspian stepped through the entrance of the den, wiping the damp meltwater from his broad shoulders. He had just returned from inspecting the valley's outer perimeter, his massive frame still radiating the biting chill of the spring thaw. The moment his golden eyes landed on Hana, his stern, warrior expression softened instantly into pure warmth.
