Atla sat there makeing a stew out of the stag meat. There was a russle in the bushes and the dwarf runs over to investigate and ends up getting sprayed in the face by a skunk. He comes back and sits down and starts fiddling with the stag hide. A few moments later there was yet more russeling in the bushes. The dwarf looked at the mage. "Your turn."
The mage started to make her way there and a small sea green and hunter green psudodragon limped out of the bushes dragging its left wing and squeeked sadly. The mage picked up the injured dragon and removed the arrow from its wing. The dragon cooed happily as the word 'mama' echoed in her head.
Atla smiled as the small dragon began to play with her whelpling black dragon. "Looks like you have a baby now mage." Atla smirked at the face the mage gave her. "Here stews ready." Atla set a bowl in front on the 2 dragons.
After a good nights sleep the mage was awoken by a slimy yet ruff tongue on her cheek. the psudodragon stomped its fsieets playfully in the dust cooing happily pointing to its tummy. Atla was cooking more stew from a rabbit she hunted that morning. "Bout time you woke up that lil guy been attacking the pot all morning."
From a distance a figure watched silently. "I must tell master about them."
The group finds a cave and Atla sighs. "Well Zak lives here might as well go ask him if he knows anything what going on." The group made their way into the cave.
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