A Day In The Life of Heron and Jax (015)

The two males made their way up the stairs and Jax gave a hiss at the plantdraks surrounding Heron. The three scattered, but not far. "We help, gryphon!" The gray female protested, and sniffed at the baby in London's arms. "Not mine. We find mine." With that, the three trotted off. London blinked after them, and turned to look down at Heron, torn. Jax was still shocked the drak spoke and blinked, then suddenly shook his feathers, and ignored the broken ones that dropped off. He curled around Heron and sniffed suspiciously at the 'cast.' London whined and gave a tiny spit glob at the cast to show it was his. Jax sighed and pulled his rider close.

"I waited for you, Heron. I worried all night we were separated. I should have known I couldn't protect you on my own," Jax sighed. London leaned over and nibbled a head feather in comfort. The baby in the drak's arms gave a warble. Jax shook his head and stood. He tried to get the tiny icekin onto his back, moving his wings to maneuver her. London caught on and helped, one-armed as he was. Together, they got her unconscious form onto the gryphon's back and headed for the exit. "I can't fly, London. You'll have to guide us home." London looked around and yipped happily when he caught sight of the three females, each one dangling an plant cub in their jaws.

Jax sighed. "More babies? Great," he muttered, but slowly headed away from the tower. A shriek came from above them as the darkdrak landed, blocking their way. All four plantdraks hissed, the gray female spat, but the darkdrak moved out of the way. "Wait, Troya. You and I. We must have words." The gray female hissed, but stood her ground.