[EVENT - 7th Anniversary] - Flock 'em Up!

Faramond had grown rather fond of quiet afternoons by the pond. The water shimmered under the sun, and the reeds whispered softly in the breeze—until one day, the calm was broken by a flurry of tiny feet.

From the underbrush emerged a group of nequenraptor hatchlings, wide-eyed and restless, clearly having wandered farther than they should have in search of adventure. They paused at the water’s edge, chattering and nudging one another, unsure of the towering figure before them.

Faramond lowered his massive head, studying the little newcomers with gentle curiosity. Instead of fear, the hatchlings found themselves drawn in by his calm presence. Soon enough, they were darting around him, splashing at the pond and weaving between his sturdy legs as if he were part of their game.

The old guardian didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the company. What had started as a quiet day became something warmer—filled with laughter, tiny footprints in the mud, and the unexpected joy of newfound companionship.