"Patience, patience..." Kasatka told herself, though she allowed an eye-roll in the direction of her rukel, Analil. Forgeron could be such the overgrown baby sometimes... Currently his worry was about the clutch they hadn't bonded at. "...never be another clutch?" She wasn't listening very well. "Love, there will always be more clutches. Look at the flight boards! It's over...well, maybe not overflowing with dragon-mothers, but there are plenty females up there. Now..." After tending a small cut on Forgeron's palm, she kissed it and stood up off the bed. "Back to work for both of us, nap time is almost over and they'll be needing me."

Forgeron frowned but kissed her goodbye as they parted ways. "Has he always been such a...a..." "Pain?" Kasatka finished for Analil, who was perched upon her shoulder. "Well, ever since we arrived her and Forgeron has been thrust amidst a kind of people he was generally raised to beware...he's been testy." Humans had never been high on Forgeron's "Get To Know" list. Now that they were away from Svalbard and the rules that implied there, he'd loosened up as much as it was possible for him to, but being away from his family and worrying over them as much as if they bonded or not (which she was sure they would, it was only a matter of time) he was stretched too thin.

"Kassa, Kassa!!!" came the shouts once Kasatka entered the day-care center. A small boy approached her, arms thrusting out a picture of a white bear mangling a bird of some sort. "I dwew this of you! Ain't it pwetty?" Barely able to smother the grimace at the copious amounts of blood and gore littering the little boy's picture, Kasatka stooped and took it from him. "Er...it sure is. We'll just hang it up...over here." she said indulgently, tacking the paper below the windows of the day-care center.

"Everyone gather 'round!" The head of the center was waving her arms over the heads of the children and Kasatka helped to herd them to the sitting area. "Guess what?" the woman asked, her voice lowered dramatically to ensnare their interest. "We are going on a field trip, but where to is a secret..." Holding a finger to her lips, the woman smiled and rose. "Follow Kassa outside and wait for me." "Let's go, cublings...don't want to keep the secret waiting!" Grinning, Kasatka shepherded the children outside, just in time for them to see a huge white bear barrel around the corner, armor clanking and skid to a stop with a bellow in front of them.

Immediately the kids all screamed in terror and scattered out of his way, along with Analil, leaving Kasatka shouting every curse word she knew at Forgeron, to the dismay of the day-care head, and quickly corralling them back into the center. "You should know better, Forgeron Vushnak!!! These chil-" but he butted her in the stomach and knocked the wind out of her. "THERE'S A CLUTCH HATCHING!!!" he shouted and terrified the children even more, snatched her up by the scruff of her neck and loped off to the bays, Kasatka shouting all the way.

"What the @#$! do you think you're doing!?" she demanded as he dropped her unceremoniously to the mossy floor. She rose up in her bear form and growled low in her chest. Never had her mate treated her with such disrespect! "Look!" Forgeron pointed with his muzzle at the small clutch of eggs as four all burst at once. Out came two reds, a purple and a blue who stood and crealed at one another in confusion. Clamping her muzzle shut, Kasatka followed Forgeron toward the eggs, and no sooner had they sat down did a pair of hatchlings approach, the lighter of the reds and a deep purple.

The purple approached her and said in an almost flat and yet friendly voice, You are Kastaka, yes? My name is Kinya. I think we'd do well together... you save the innocents, and I'll cull the guilty. The little female crooned up at her and glared around at the rest of the occupants of the hatching bay. Forgeron looked at her with an expression of bearish joy, he would have cried if he weren't so manly. "Her name is Kinya." Kasatka told him, placing a protective paw around the purple. "He is Yarro."

They turned to leave the bay but were intercepted by the wolf-Archivist and his request of their's and the dragon's names. Forgeron told him and they left, in a hurry to fill the empty stomachs of their new bonds.