She gently turned the egg with her snout. Her breath heated the sand beneath them, and her tail cleared the shards from the hatching pit. The observers had long ago cleared. The dragonlings were with her mate, devouring their first meal. The mother dragon turned the egg again, and again she heated the sand beneath it. She refused to accept that it had never been warm and never would be.
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Well, some eggs that reptiles lay aren't fertile at all, and some offspring end up perishing in their eggs from developmental issues, like sometimes their skulls don't properly form. It makes me wonder if that egg was a dud, or if it wasn't properly incubated, or if it suffocated (reminds me of the t-rexes from dinosaur revolution that were trying to start a family). I am sad for the momma, but eventually instinct will propel her, once the egg's rotten enough, to tend to the rest of their chicks.
nice to understand