Dusk, overcast, 3C/37F
Spring was well and truly underway in the Backwater. There were still signs of snow in the deepest parts of the woods, but for the most part it had receded to reveal brown grass underneath. The trees while not blooming, had begun to bud and birds had returned from their time to the south. It was generally a wet and mucky time of year, but Viorel did not find himself overly bothered by this, he was wrapped up in the other part of the spring season.
It had not taken long for Vanadis to begin to show signs that they had successfully conceived another litter this year, first in scent, and in the last few days in her appearance as well. They had been discussing privately when would be best to tell their kids but now that her belly was beginning to swell there was no more time to procrastinate.
Viorel had managed to dig up a freshly laid nest of snapping turtle eggs - perhaps laid by Vayko’s infamous foe and had pouched as many as possible in his cheeks. Carrying them back carefully towards the den he and his mate had been working at digging out, he laid them onto the ground. He barked a few times, calling for his family who may be nearby.