There was a tale about a forest spirit that lived in Windchester Falls forest, that it guard's precious treasures that could make you the luckiest person in the world.

Chris let out a croon as he covered up his sons with his wings, making sure they were all comfortable and fast asleep. He felt so lucky to have them, they were just precious little things that were gifted to him out of the blue. It was like the forest was thanking him for all his hard work of protecting it by giving him three little babies. His instincts were going off, letting him know that there were intruders in his forest but he couldn't leave his babies unprotected so hiding in his den and covering them up until they leave was the best option at the moment.

By the time the sun was rising Chris was a mess of instincts, crooning and checking his pups and cub and staring at the door in alarm whenever he heard a rustle of a tree branch or leaves crunching outside. Maybe sending Lucifer and Angelo away was a bad idea, he was mad at them for being in his forest constantly because they distracted him from his job. He felt safe. He missed his other babies- "Daddy?" Max asks sleepily as he gently pushed up the wing, looking at the forest spirit sleepily. "Hi baby." Chris says softly, shifting his wings a bit so Max's head could peek out, letting the pup yawn and snuggle closer. "Good morning daddy." The little one mumbles sleepily, gently holding onto the forest spirit's hand. "Good morning my little angel. How did you sleep?" The pup smiles at the question and giggles a bit, "Good! I had a dream about Jerry." Max says happily, getting a gently hushing from his dad about his brothers being asleep. "We went to the park and then we could fly, it was very cool." The hellhound pup explained happily, a big smile on his face.

Idk there was gonna be more but I have work. There was gonna be someone at the door or something but idk I can't think em