[Salamander]

Crim by this point was used to the moodswings, and learned not to take it personally. Vespa was still Vespa, regardless of hormones. And despite his smaller stature, she knew better than to mess with an angry, hormonal wasp. She rung out the warm cloth and folded it, setting it down on a rock next to the beds. “You were out in the cold for a while.” She shrugged. “But if you don’t want it, don’t use it.” She stood and stretched, cracking her spine as she did so, before settling on a patch of lichen a few meters away. Leaning her back against the cave wall, she turned and absentmindedly watched the snow swirl outside. She was bewildered that the storm had lasted this long. It came and went in ferocity, but never slowed long enough to make an escape. It was incredibly frustrating. She only wanted to find a more hospitable place for Vespa to lay the eggs when the time came. In these conditions, she worried that the cold would kill the eggs before they hatched. And she would hate for him to go though all this for nothing. She sighed and glanced back towards Vespa.
"It's been... What, around three months?"