Three, Or Five (2)

They trembled huddled together, unable to run out even seeing their mother.

Fortunately, all three seem okay.

The wyvern mom landed almost crashing into the ground.

And spread her injured wings to embrace her babies.

Only then did the triplets peep and cling to their mother's bosom.

Get them on and escape. That must have been all the wyvern mom was thinking.

However, their appearance was too noticeable when viewed from the sky.

Something thick dripped from above.

Splat.

It was bloody vomit mixed with saliva.

Thick blood splattered along with meat chunks that had been in the stomach for who knows how long.

I slowly raised my head.

Up there, Chugota was clinging to a white stone pillar.

Her once white body was covered in black bruises, and blood kept dripping from her mouth and nostrils.

Her whole body was already soaked in blood she had spat and bled.