-around her, 2 other baby wyvern's were squeaking for food from their father-
He let out a soft roar and pulled up a big chunk of meat from some kind of big animal, laying it down so they could all eat.
The baby soon flew back up to the nest, Distill again congratulating. He went up behind S.P. and pressed the tip of his muzzle against her back, preparing to shove her off.
Distill continued roaring and flying above the trees, letting out worried whines.
It continued running until it reached a den, going inside and dropping S.P.
(sorry for the late response I was playing with my cousin)
She looked at him and then back at the meat"..."She tore a really small piece off of the chunk and looked at it